"A07."
A cool voice, devoid of emotion, sounded by his ear, faintly breaking the unique silence of the Abyss of Sin.
With a "plip," a dirty drop of water fell from the dark ceiling, landing somewhere in a corner with a crisp sound.
The door to the solitary confinement room opened, and a dim yellow light spilled into the narrow space.
The visitor didn't enter, but stood tall and straight in the doorway.
His figure was swallowed by the hazy gray mist rolling in.
Another long silence.
"Blade wielder A07, Xing Lin'an."
A hoarse voice rang out hollowly from directly above him.
At the sound, the young man raised his head, but didn't look up. His disheveled black hair blocked his view.
Xing Lin'an simply gazed ahead into the vast gray mist, a trace of weariness clouding his dark eyes.
He heard a tall, slender figure in the mist say,
"Xing Lin'an, today is the Abyss of Sin's day of rest."
"I am your... judge."
At last, Xing Lin'an turned his gaze toward the visitor.
"Judge?"
What was that?
In a nutshell: The Abyss lifted its head without meaning to, and glimpsed a ray of starlight.
Theme: Everything has a crack. That's where the sunlight gets in.
