🎀 Wisteria 🎀

— March 18th, half past four in the afternoon. — The guard looked sympathetically at the exhausted prisoner. — If you want, you can rest in your cell for another hour or two, or even sleep until tomorrow.

— What generosity... No, thank you. — Valdemar finally got up, reached for his coat, and, buttoning it as he went, walked uncertainly towards the exit. — I've had enough of this hospitality, I'm already taking advantage. Do you guys know where the decent hotels are around here?