"We're still doing this?"
Garrick stepped onto the courtroom floor once more, rainwater dripping from the ends of his sleeves.
The room looked exactly the same.
From the empty benches to the raised desk at the end. Even now, standing before it, he could feel a weird sense of opression coming from it.
"Apparently."
Bren followed him, adjusting the camera fastened to his chest.
"They want us to keep going. We'll be doing this for quite some time. That's what we signed up for."
"I signed up to get out of prison."
"And this is how you do it."
Garrick clicked his tongue before turning towards the central passage.
Silas and Merek entered behind them.
Four men in total. All wearing the same orange uniforms, with their identification numbers printed across their backs.
None of them were innocent.
Bren was responsible for a fire that killed six people. Nobody knew the reason for why he started the fire, but investigators believed it was out of jealousy.
