Ty, resting his head back against the cold, hard surface of the cell wall, replied, "That doesn't make it any less strange. I've also heard that people actually try to get into this event, right? Are you here under the guise of hoping to win that wish, or are you actually some criminal guilty of something as peculiar as placing a hairpin in an eye socket?"
The old man's response was a light chuckle, his voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "You tell me, what do you think?" he posed the question back to Ty, an air of mystery lingering around his words.
Ty exhaled softly, a moment of clarity amidst the uncertainty. "Well, the funny thing is, it doesn't matter all too much. Because the more I think about it, being locked away in a cell for an entire day or so has given me more rest and calmness than I can say I've had since all this madness started."
The old man sighed, a sound that seemed to carry a lifetime of experiences. "The madness sometimes keeps us alive, though, or at least keeps us the sharpest knife," he mused, his tone reflective.
"Enjoy the sleep, young man," were his parting words before he laid his head back, turning away from Ty, fully embracing the floor's cold embrace as his makeshift bed.
Ty's gaze was fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought, when the blue fairy emerged from his pocket, her presence bringing a slight glow to the dim cell. "What, so you're just going to sleep? It's barely 8 am or something... they should really put some clocks in here... and some lights," she huffed, her light casting shadows on the walls.
"No, I don't see how causing a ruckus or trying to burn these bars down will do any good," Ty responded calmly, his voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "The last time I tried to do a jailbreak, I actually ended up killing someone, so I'd like to avoid anything like that. Plus, I can't make any rash movements until I learn more about this supposed wish and their history..."
The fairy considered this, then offered, "I suppose, maybe I could go ask for a book or something?"
"No need, I asked the Lt to bring me one when he can. He will probably do so—"
The guard's words faltered, "I-is that a threat?" His hand instinctively moved to his side, where Ty glimpsed an unusual-looking gun holster. .net
Ty's smile didn't wane. "Of course not. I'm just mindless Demon Boy, so treat me nicely, and I'll have you in good thoughts... I'm sure you know what I mean, right?"
Swallowing, the guard managed a hesitant reply, "Y-yeah, it's just you have some items to pick up and a guest has come to visit you."
Ty arched an eyebrow, "I thought the visit wasn't until tomorrow?"
"It has been moved to today for some reason. Not that I care. Regardless, please follow me and don't try anything funny," the guard said, his tone indicating he wanted no trouble.
"You see these cuffs on me, right? Not like I can do much, whether I wanted to or not," Ty remarked, his voice laced with a mix of sarcasm and resignation.
Without responding, the guard unlocked the cell and grasped Ty's shoulder, ushering him out with a gentle push towards the hall at the end of the corridor.
Sighing, Ty retraced the path he had come by until they reached the door through which the Lieutenant had first brought him in. Instead of proceeding straight, they veered off, arriving at a vast room. Tables were arranged neatly, each spaced out by five feet. "Go ahead and choose any of these tables to sit at," the guard instructed, gesturing towards the orderly arrangement.
Ty nodded in confusion as he looked around, realizing the setup resembled that of a normal jail cell eating area. He thought to himself, 'I guess this is where they have normal people eat? Well, those who aren't considered massive threats.'
As he walked around, he found a table lined with blue-looking marble and an uncomfortable seat he inspected it slightly before going to sit down and wait for the visitor.