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Kristoph chuckled under his breath as he signed the letter with a flourish. The prison officials have always intercepted his written correspondence, so he turned this into his advantage. This special ink from Labrelum certainly has its merits, and he planned to put it to good use. No one knows how he'd gotten his hands on it, but it didn't really matter because the first thing he did with his new toy was to make everyone in the prison forget that he even owned such a thing.
He first asked for little things, as if to test out the waters first. He sent out a nondescript letter casually mentioning how he'd like a coffee maker and high quality beans. The guard had immediately brought him the contraption and the most expensive coffee beans in the world. Kristoph raised an eyebrow in amusement and simply thanked the guard for the gift, wondering how exactly the poor chap was able to afford all that. He swore the guy's eyes were now a dulled silver, as if in a daze, but that was not really important for as long as he got what he wanted.
He'd proceeded to ask for more - a king-sized bed with fluffy feather down pillows, a plush royal red armchair, a dainty low circular table, that lovely tall glass lamp long-since restored since Mia Fey's death seven years before, a whole library of classic novels and law books, some more hypnotic ink from Labrelum, a violin and a bottle of red wine. And all the while, absolutely no one had ever noticed how that solitary unit at the end of the corridor began to resemble a luxurious bachelor's penthouse more than a prison cell. No one at all.
Kristoph settled in his armchair and propped his feet on the comfy new upholstered footrest he'd acquired recently from that asinine Redd White. He observed as the other occupants of the solitary confinement building, as well as every single prisoner Wright had found guilty in his short pitiful three years as a defense attorney, arrange themselves in circular rows, orchestral music instruments in hand. The bespectacled man smiled contentedly as he sipped a little red wine imported from Italy, courtesy of Matt Engarde.
This is the life, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
