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...