Nope, No Regrets

I should have trusted Faust. Now, we’re all in solitary, my sentence is definitely getting extended, and his hands are tied.

But all hope isn’t lost. Faust is visiting me under the guise of interrogating me about our escape. He’s trying to help as much as he can. All my life, I’d never met a single demon. There are now two of them trying to wear the warden down into being allowed to see me. One of them says he’s my brother and the other claims to be my fiancé. I think the only reason Faust hasn’t killed the one claiming I’m supposed to marry him is because he might be my shot at getting out of here if the warden ever relents.

I want to go to Hell more than anything. I’ve wanted to meet my family for the longest time. I’m not wild about the idea of this random fiancé that showed up, but someone in my family arranged that marriage and he came here to get me out of jail. Something isn’t right though. According to Faust, it didn’t seem like my brother and my fiancé were working as a team to get me out of here.
I have a feeling one of those men was the reason I didn’t grow up in Hell like I was supposed to. I’m definitely leaving this prison with one of them, but I have conditions. One of them better be honest with me why I was sent away and I was bringing people with me.

We had a team when we planned to break out. I was getting all of us out of here. Faust better get on board because I was inviting him too.