What's going to happen next? We hold our breath, expecting for the outcome. And then? We want to read more to know what will happen...
Do you have the same feeling?
Well, in this part of the story, the prisoner is describing the moment when he woke up and looked up at the ceiling. He says "Time also had a long, sharp scythe. Every living thing is killed by time".
I'm anxiously waiting for your wonderful ideas in the "comment area".