Amnesia Justine - The PrisonThe PrisonMore Like This
"Have you seen Justine? It's not too late to set things right!" called the man, locked and restrained. I murmured a response, he wouldn't understand, continuing to look in the dreary cells. The cell was tiny, too little room for someone like me. On the small desk beside me, a note lay in the filthy dust, filled with a scrawl only just legible to read. I shuddered noticing that the table was stained with dried blood, spelling out "Forgive me". I proceeded to read the note, my hands trembling slightly, worried for what it might tell me.
"Justine, my love, I know I am not as talented as Malo or as strong as Basile, but I am certain my love is truer. Do not my scars tell you so? I will cotinue to cut myself as long as it pleases you. I would even kill Basile if you wish. I know you say you like it, but he is hurting you. I will trick him to consume the Bromide. Poor Justine. I will help, just ask me to help.
I scoffed at the note, striding out of the room. Aloi