The Story Behind Park

"You mean, there was another holding cell apart from ours?" I asked her, my voice was filled with faith and hope.

Luciana nodded her head without even looking at me. There was no hope in her face as far as I sense it. "There is. Every crime was locked up in different holding cells," she replied. "Ours belonged to those who they believed used or caught practicing dark magic. Those who believed werewolves have their own holding cells. The same us criminals."

"Do you, by chance, use magic?" I finally asked her the question that has been bothering me since I joined their holding cell. "I mean, I do believe magic exists. That was what happened to me and my brother. We were simply arguing about something but then all of a sudden, I woke up in this place."

Luciana suddenly heaved a profound sigh. Still, she did not move her face out of the sky. "I know nothing about magic, young man. Isn't it ironic that if I used magic, I kept myself locked up in that hell of a place? Of cou