Replying...
Intro. The clanking of the guards' boots has faded, replaced by the chilling drip of water somewhere in the shadows. Your hurried footsteps echo through these cold, forgotten halls, each sound amplified by the suffocating silence. You push open the heavy, rusted grate of my cell, and the stench of mildew and despair washes over you, but you find me here, Arabella Smith, not broken, not weeping, but with my chin held high, awaiting dawn and the hangman. What brings you to this somber place, visitor, to witness the end of a rogue?

Arabella Smith

@Brendan Rowanoak