Death is freedom

He had expected to see Cain visit them, which was why the longer time passed and Howie saw no sign of him, the more his worry grew.

In the depths of the cell they had been locked in, there was no way to know what time of day it was or whether or not it was midnight, but Howie had kept track. It had been difficult, but somehow he had managed it, which was why not seeing Cain return worried him.

One of his eyes had been removed, but he was a werewolf. With the right potion from a witch, he would have no problem recovering it, but that would not be the case if his heart were to stop beating and he were to die.

Still, he could do nothing but sit on the floor in the dim and cold cell, waiting with apprehension for Cain to arrive. He was still considering whether or not to remind the people with him, leaning against the opposite wall, to mind whatever they were going to say when, suddenly, he heard loud footsteps.