Nov 15, 2013
The room was small, dark, a box shut up without and holes for air. Tate had been sitting here long enough (barely a few minutes but we don't need to address that), and he wished someone would come out and say what the needed to. Everyone knew it was him anyway. It didn't matter if he was innocent or not, he would be convicted. Why waste everyone's time with this, then? As these thoughts were running through Tate's head, a young man, not much older than him really, entered the room. Tate's attention was instantly brought to him, the lack of things to look at, things to wonder about had suddenly ceased.
