louis turned and walked out of the building, the same as he entered, a free man.
harry was yanked to his feet and dragged back to the north wing, his head hanging as it was when he left his padded cell.
the men dropped him in the corner, quickly removing the metal from his hands and fleeing from the room.
harry couldn't find it in himself to care. not anymore.
his fate was now certainly inevitable. he was going to rot in this very room at this dreary, destructive hell labeled a cannibal all because that bastard offered to buy him a drink.
as the door slowly shuts, the unfamiliar scrape of metal on metal slices through the room.
"i'll see you around, criminal."
