Um...umm...

M-Mr. Greed...or...Al?

Um...

I'm sorry.

*Roy was pacing on his cell, wringing his hands as he wondered if his next letter would finally reach his lover and he would be saved from this dreadful place. Really, they were now forcing him to work! He stopped on his tracks as he suddenly noticed he was not on his cell anymore, but in some kind of park. He looked at one side and another to see ( Read more... )