I will return

5

Two more years have passed. Two long, unbearable years. More than half of my henchmen, those who once were my loyal subordinates, have already left this cursed place. Even several of those other miserable fools who were caught by Mystery Inc. have regained their freedom. But 

I'm still here, trapped in this small body, unable to grow, to change... to be what I once was.

I don't understand why I remain like this. Why don't I grow like a normal dog? That question eats away at me day and night. There's no one I can talk to, no one I can trust. So, in my solitude, I've started searching for answers on my own. I spend hours in the prison library, a place most avoid. The law books, with their dusty pages and incomprehensible language, offer me no hope. But that's not where I find what I'm looking for.

Today, while exploring shelves that almost no one touches, I came across a different book. A book of legends. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but something in its title caught my eye. I started reading it, flipping through pages without stopping, each word resonating in my mind like a distant echo.

And then, I found it. A passage, a story that spoke about the origins of the Daemon Ritus. As I read, my heart began to race, a feeling of anxiety mixed with fear coursing through my body. But when I reached a certain point, something hit me like a lightning bolt.

A detail... a detail I would never have imagined. I was left speechless, my thoughts tangling in a web of confusion and terror. But now I know. Now I know there's something bigger, something darker behind all of this. Something I hadn't even considered...