“Warden Sie?” Bow-Wow turns when he feels the presence behind him, waving in greeting to his favourite warden, his warden-friend, as you will. “How can I help ya today?” He asks, with that gentle innocence that was likely about to be tarnished by what was coming.
“Prisoner 011, Bow-Wow. It’s time for your projection, but first of all, would you be okay to come to your cell for a quick interview? Nothing scary, I promise.” Sie gave a small smile and nod as they approached him.
“I don’t mind some questions!” Bow-Wow follows to his cell as instructed, his steps too bright for someone who was about to be interrogated.
“Do you have anything to say about the murder you committed?” Sie asked, sitting beside him.
Bow-Wow wilted, his head drooping as he began, “It…It was an accident. It really was. I didn’t mean for him to *die*...”
—
There was a certain apprehension to Bow-Wow’s steps and he faltered, stopping just behind Sie.
“Before I go in, can I ask some folks to come along?” He asks, strangely somber. The anxiety was beginning to creep in, the corners of his mind beginning to flutter with that familiar panic that came with unfamiliar situations- the realisation that whoever may unintentionally walk in could see it, he’d rather have some control over the situation. “Please?”
Sie blinks. “I… think that should be fine. We’ve had a few people coming along to the others, of course, so I don’t see why not… Just try to find them quickly so we can keep to time. Ei will be unhappy if we don’t.”
—
After gathering together his chosen two people, Bow-Wow seems to walk far too close to both Vincent and Robert, his sleeves brushing against them occasionally as he felt like he was being marched to his execution. He fidgeted with his sleeves once he was guided forward, glancing over his shoulder and then continuing on down the long hallway as instructed.
He pauses halfway, looking back once again, almost procrastinating his progress into the courtroom, but he knew he couldn’t avoid it forever. He just hoped that he was allowed to bring his chosen people to the courtroom after all.
—
The courtroom is wide open, if barren, and there’s not much to be uncomfortable about until the prisoner of the day is secured in place. A strange…—machine? Somehow enough of it remains in shadow to obscure any useful details—emerges from the wall to hover around the prisoner’s head, then everything but you and the wardens is swallowed by utter darkness.
It only lasts a moment, though. Once the shadow subsides, you find yourself seemingly somewhere else…
