Gael woke up from one of the many empty prison beds in Cellblock A and stretched his arms out. After waking himself up, Gael got out of bed and switched out of his pajamas into his more professional clothes. Gael yawned as he walked out of the cellblock and main hallway to go to the kitchen storage room. Gael went over his supply of food before leaving the room, satisfied with the number of supplies left. "I'll go back into to town for more food next Wednesday, and maybe even visit Abigor while I'm at it." Gael thought to himself as he walked to the entrance of the prison and left the building.
"Time to take a quick inspection around the prison like usual." Gael thought as he opened the main gate to the prison and walked outside. The investigator took a good look at the surrounding area when he noticed something strange off in the distance... boats? Why would people want to be at this prison? Did Abigor tell them about the powers people gain here? No, he wouldn't do something like that. So why were people coming to the prison? Gael watched in confusion as the boats got closer until he noticed two things: One, the people on the boats were all carrying some form of a weapon, and two, he recognized someone on the boat, an African-American gentleman who stood in at 5'11" and had a muscled build to him. He wore a tattered cloth shirt and black britches, as well as a broken pair of black shoes. Lastly, he had short black hair that was messy and blue eyes. But he looked angry like everyone else on the boats did... and it didn't take long for Gael to put two and two together.
"Oh dear god..." Gael let out as he began to run back into the prison, "Did he... fake his death?" Gael mumbled to himself as he hurried to hide inside of the prison...
A few weeks prior Gael was doing his usual check around the prison when he noticed something unusual, a man who had washed up on shore thanks to a handmade raft he was using to stay afloat. It was obvious who this man was... an escaped slave who had washed ashore.
"Oh dear..." Gael looked over at the sight of the man and walked forward, yes, helping a slave who had escaped was very illegal and could get Gael in serious trouble, but he was already committing an 'evil' act as is, so he didn't care about the consequences. Gael took the man into the prison, and explained to him that he wasn't going to harm him.
"That's... a relief." The man sighed, "I got unlucky, the day I planned my escape a storm had brewed and ruined it by sending me off course. I'm supposed to be out of this state right now... not here..."
"Well, you can use this prison as a sanctuary for the time being," Gael explained as he handed the man a new set of clothes, "What's your name anyways?"
"Frederick..." The man replied, "It's nice to meet you..."
"Same for you..." Gael replied.
The next few days continued like normal, with Frederick helping Gael out with small tasks in the prison while Gael helped him construct a better raft to escape with. The two didn't become all that close, with the only time things got personal between the two being today, where Frederick told Gael his dreams of being a violinist, and Gael confessed to his 'sin'. But outside of that, they still only stayed as acquaintances.
"Time to get my boat for another supply trip." Gael thought to himself as he went to the dock of the prison, but while the investigator was untying his boat he noticed a small piece of cloth attached to a pole keeping the dock in place. "What the..." Gael looked around as he realized it was Frederick's clothes, "Frederick!" Gael ran around the prison to see if he could find the man... but his luck came up short... Frederick had completely disappeared...
Back in the present, Gael hurriedly wrote down a final entry in his journal as he heard the sounds of people mobbing through the entrance of the prison. "Dammit!" Gael mumbled to himself, "I've been betrayed..." Gael finished his entry as he noticed a crack in the wall of the room he was hiding out in. Gael managed to fit his journal in between the crack, and then covered it with a nearby desk to make it look like the desk was always there.
As soon as Gael finished hiding his journal he heard the sound of people breaking into the room. Gael raised both of his arms into the air as he heard the sound of someone loading a musket, "Looks like I've reached the end of my line..." Gael looked down as the man with the muset aimed it at him.
"This is justice for your sins." The man steadied himself and pulled the trigger...