Prison

Bromley woke up to the stench of vomit and waste. His stomach convulsed violently he instinctively brought his hands over it as the feeling of sick trailed a path from the pits of his stomach to his mouth. He folded and grabbed at his skin with force while his right fist reached his lips I his attempt to keep them sealed. He remained motionless for some moments breathing through his sleeve slowly and deeply.

As Blince sat in that old chair he'd placed there himself in the Shadow Blade's prison, he began to ponder, more so out of boredom than anything else. Many things came across his mind, Triche and Bianca, his deceased wife and child, though were never far from his thoughts.