Day 5: Cold

The thoughts, desires, pain, all faded. The boy had wanted comfort, not to be alone. Now his body was still, growing cold like the Spire's cell that housed him.

This was wrong. The boy had wanted so much to belong, to be loved, to die this way was wrong. Forgotten. Hungry. Afraid. In the dark.

He stood, clothed in the boy's visage, a large-brimmed hat added to hide his new face from the world. He slipped out the door, stopping long enough to grab a pair of daggers from the weapons rack outside.

He would make it right for Cole. He would help.