(It was originally supposed to be a kimono Ei, but the black one looked too good. And this is what happened. Let's just assume that not all of the Archon's dresses are the same?)

Now he is something like a thrown unnecessary doll, locked in a lonely tower sealed with containment amulets. Behind its side-altars one can not hear the hubbub of the streets, or even the rustle of leaves, only thunder.

A great many people were thrown here, only their souls were able to leave these walls. In the midst of the mystical fog that fills the small room, nothing can be seen beyond one's own hands, but the creak of sliding doors and some kind of crunch are constantly heard. There is someone else here. Occasionally, Scaramushi's eye catches the movement of a black ribbon, its only neighbor. She courting him, is always there and whispers, she waits for the child's body to weaken, to finally have a meal. Scaramouche is inactive. He is arrogant, he thinks that the current situation is not a problem. The boy considered what was happening as a punishment for his bad behavior in the last days. His master must come back for him from day to day .. must .. this has happened before.
He laughed at the hungry snake that crawled here and there. Her pitiful look amused him, he laughed. But every day it was he who became miserable.
The ropes on his legs and arms were impossible to untie on his own. And every time the boy tried, they tightened harder. Now it was not he who was watching, but she was. The boy's body was weakening. He did not eat or drink for at least 10 days ... Ei did not come back for him, he no longer hoped that he would come back.
He should escape .. But in this state it will be difficult to pull off.