A hundred years.
That was the final sentence for Alistair. He was to be sent to a place owned by the Blackwaters—a place of complete isolation, filled only with darkness, where even food was scarce. It was a punishment meant to break both body and spirit.
As for Shin, his sentence was fifty years. When Reinhart heard the news, he broke down completely, crying his heart out in pain.
“No!” Alistair shouted angrily. “You bunch of sh*ts! You can’t do this to me!” His eyes glowed bright red with rage.
“I can,” Darryl said calmly.
Alistair turned toward him, his appearance dirty and disheveled.
“Dar, I’m your friend! How can you do this to me?” he pleaded, his voice trembling between anger and desperation.
Darryl let out a short, bitter laugh and slid his hands into his pockets.
“Friend
