Tick, tick, tock.

Time. That's all I have now. A small room, a photograph, and time. They want me to trust them and confess my sins. They told me they wouldn't judge me--they lied.

I thought we could convince the world that this wasn't a crime. We were wrong.

Time doesn't stand still. The clock keeps ticking, the world is unconvinced, and now... Now he is gone.