Arc Chronicles

Euphemia III

Euphemia III

The last time I had seen Soma, he was regal. He had been dressed as an Egyptian prince and he looked every bit the part. He was handsome and stood at 183 centimeters. He had been so full of life and his laugh could make the room brighter.

The person she was looking at didn't look like Soma at all. He was covered in a layer of dirt, and if the smell was any indicator, piss. The royal Egyptian garb he was dressed in was torn and ripped, looking like a patchwork. The parts that remained intact were even dirtier than the rest of him. He had dark purple bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days. His arms were chained together above him.

Next to his legs was a half-eaten plate of moldy bread and a cup of water speckled with dirt. His handsome features were hidden under a layer of grime so thick it looked like a layer of skin. When he opened his eyes to look at me, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Eu-... Euphemia-"

The fat prison warden stepped forward and nailed him with his ba