Tick, tick, tock.
Time. That's all I have now. A small room, a photograph, and time. They
want me to trust them and confess my sins. They told me they wouldn't
judge me--they lied.
I thought we could convince the world that this wasn't a crime. We were
wrong.
Time doesn't stand still. The clock keeps ticking, the world is
unconvinced, and now... Now he is gone.