The room was silent except for the faint echo of footsteps in the corridor. Inside a small prison cell, a man sat alone, waiting for the final hours of his life to pass. The weight of time felt different here—slower, heavier, as if each second carried more meaning than it ever had before.
He had been there for years, long enough to grow familiar with the routine, the walls, the distant sounds of doors opening and closing. But this night was different. This was the end of that routine, the last chapter of a story that could no longer be rewritten.
As was customary, he was given the chance to make a final request.
Many in his position had asked for simple things: a favorite meal, a letter delivered, a moment of prayer, or a chance to speak with loved ones. These requests were often deeply personal, small reflections of a life about to end.
But his request surprised everyone.
