Days pass without any change in Duncan's prison. He's tried everything he could think of to escape, but none of his tools affect the bedrock, and none of the commands he types in work. As he opens his inventory for the umpteenth time he sighs.

"If I die here I'll just respawn back at home. I wonder if they thought about that... I wonder if I could kill myself." He looks through his items. "I don't really have anything... I mean..." He groans. "I can't stand this! They can't really think it was me! Kim's me friend! She..." He hangs his head. "She was my friend..."

"Duncan..." Duncan jumps, then he scrambles to his feet.

"Y-yes! Who's there? Are you letting me out finally?" He asks as he spins around, trying to figure out where the voice came from.

"No. I came to ask you some questions." He finally stops, thinking he found the direction of the voice.

"Lewis, that's you, right? Come on! You know I couldn't kill Kim! I mean, not like that!" Duncan pleads as he walks towards his chosen wall. He presses his hand against it, as if that'll make some soft of difference. "Please, Lewis, listen to me!"

"I... Look, Duncan... The evidence..." Lewis struggles to continue. "We want to give you a chance, but how can we believe you under these circumstances?"

"I'm you're friend! You have to trust me! I wouldn't hurt Kim!" Duncan shouts as he smacks a fist against the wall. "I don't even know what room you guys were talking about! And if I killed her then why would her... her arm surprise me so much?" He asks, though the memory of Kim's arm makes him grimace.

"I know. But... But you could have been acting."

"I wasn't! Just give me a chance! Please!" He begs. There's silence for a few moments, something Duncan has had enough of. "Lewis? Lewis!"

"I'm here Duncan. I haven't left yet."

"Okay. Just, please..." He knows his voice is pathetic, but he can't help it. "Lewis, please, you guys know me. You know I wouldn't do that to her. Please." Silence again. However, before Duncan can say something else he hears a drawn out sigh.

"Duncan, we want to give you a chance. We do. This does seem totally out of place, but this is really suspicious too. I mean, she was found in a secret hideout in your base. There's a book that you wrote detailing what you did..."

"It wasn't me!" Duncan smacks his fist against the wall again. "I don't know what all that stuff is about, but it wasn't me! I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Alright Duncan, calm down." Duncan hears footsteps off in the distance.

"Lewis?"

"Duncan, we're gonna move you to a different cell. It'll be a little nicer, but before that we need you to give us all your stuff."

"Fine! Just get me out of here!" He waits, then suddenly he hears sound below him. He presses himself against the wall and watches the floor. Suddenly there's light, but only for a moment.

"Toss your stuff onto the floor. We want everything, okay?"

"Alright." He opens his inventory and dumps everything. He can hear the items being sucked into a vacuum hopper. "Okay! Done!"

"Everything? You're sure?"

"Yes! Let me out!" Things go silent, save for the sound of chests and footsteps.

"Okay, when we open the bottom you need to drop down." The center disappears, and the light looks beautiful to Duncan. He quickly hops into the hole, but after falling only a few blocks he lands in quicksand. As he sinks he has to cover his eyes, not used to the bright lights after being trapped in pure darkness for so long. When he finally recovers he moves his hands away and looks around, blinking a few times as his eyes make their final adjustments. He sees, well, almost nothing. There's his prison above him, a platform off to the side where Lewis and Sjin are standing, and the little 5 by 5 platform he's standing on with a layer of quicksand.

"My god, the sun." Duncan lets out a sigh of relief, but mid sigh he's hit with Sjin's spell and is teleported to a new cell. This one is on the ground. The floor is made of obsidian, but the walls and ceiling have layers to them. One of the layers is plain obsidian, but the other is obsidian and glass every other spot. Obsidian, obsidian and glass, obsidian, obsidian and glass, layering to create a 7 by 7 cell out in the middle of an open area. There's a chest in the corner. He waits a minute, but no one seems to be coming to speak with him, so he walks over to the chest. He opens it to find a few stacks of food, including pork chops, chicken, and bread. He eagerly takes out some pork chops and wolfs a few down before continuing his investigation. There are a few torches, and finally a book. One that makes him feel sick. He grabs the torches out, placing them in the corners of his new home. Then he looks around, trying to see if he can spot anything familiar. With nothing in sight he decides to return to the thing he's dreading, the book. "Okay..." He takes in a deep breath, then opens the chest again. He pulls out the book, then opens it. As he flips through the pages he feels his stomach churning. Indeed, this book was written by LividCoffee, and writer rarely makes reference to themselves until the last few pages. "They've all fallen for my little trick. They'll never realize I did this. No, even if they realize it'll be too late. Precious little Kim was the first, but I'll need to decide who's next. I need power from just about everyone if I'm going to reach new worlds. Besides, I want to see how they taste..." He drops the book, feeling sick to the core. "Lalnable... H-He's out there. Somehow..." He mind wanders to the possibilities as he sits next to a torch, his eyes locked on the book that can do nothing but condemn him for a crime he would never commit.