My character has been sent to prison. Inbox me ☣ for their reaction to yours visiting them.
For all of three-hundred years, Jack never knew that there was an actual prison where spirits could be held. Now that he was in it, he dreaded what would come once he got out. He was sitting in a stuffy cell and with chains keeping his wrists and feet bound.
It was an accident. He kept telling himself it was an accident.
It was entirely an accident, he hadn't meant to let the girl die. He was only trying to have fun with her, how was he supposed to know it would happen? No, no, stop thinking about it, Jack. You'll go crazy.
The sound of silence was sickening, and when Jack lifted his weary head to see a familiar figure outside of his cell, he let out a hysteric laugh of relief. "Moarte!" he exclaimed, broken voice echoing across the dingy stone walls. "Moarte...--w-what are you doing here?"