Episode 08/Chapter 32: Guerra Santa (The Beginning of the End)
Shadows seeped in as dusk began its set upon the desolate prison. Walls left in rubble, cells brought to the courtyard. Captain Federigo picked at the ruins as he rubbed away the black sot. “Gunpowder?” he muttered under his breath through his examination.
He dropped the stone as he made his way back into the prison. “What in God’s holy name happened to this place?” Federigo asked as the whole day seemed to pass by without recollection. The only thing he could remember from that morning was a flash of pink before waking to the night fall along the floors of the corridor.
Something pained his head as he wondered aimlessly from corridor to corridor. Was it from that color? The memory? he thought. The sound of shoes sliding across the floor