I don't feel at all guilty. I just want to get out of this hateful, musty, dark cell. I used to be the great mass murderer, Count Olaf but now I'm just 'prisoner'. My cell is the smallest of all with a moss eaten blanket on a bed of stone and a miniscule toilet- covered in mould with a sink that gives out a handful of dust but only a drop of water. I have committed crime and murder as the judges say but the only people I killed were a bunch of orphans and a load of weak adults. Oh no! The guard is coming with lunch. There is no way he is going to see my record. He passed my lunch through the bars it was a small bowl of soup and a stale crust of bread.