Jonathan was really getting on my nerves.

He had refused to answer my question even though I had asked him several times now. Instead of responding to me, he itched his hair vigorously.

“Your silence will be taken as an admission of guilt,” I told him but he remained quiet still.

“Very well then,” I said and made to stand up to leave.

But just as I stood up, he grabbed the edge of my clothes.

“You must listen to me, the black veil is coming to get me too,” he cried out. If he was ...