Click. Clack.
The sound of footsteps echoed across the unfamiliar hall.
It clicked for a moment, then it stopped.
In front was a cell.
It contained a man with dark circles beneath his eyes.
The coarse restraint bag enveloped his body, chains clicked behind him.
The man opened his eyes. They were blank and tired.
The cell door opened with a click, the guard stepped foot within the cell.
The man shifted his gaze to the guard, and his eyes, once tired, now gleamed with something cold and unyielding.
[Containment Guard]
"Unit 091. It is lunchtime."
"Hmm? Ah," the man exclaimed in a lazy tone. "You know, I'm not really hungry right now."
"Haa. Suit yourself. The madam and sir are visiting later, behave yourself in the meantime."
The guard closed the gate while he spoke, he felt a shiver crawl up his spine, but shrugged it off, thinking he was imagining things.
The guard left without looking back, to the man, who was grinning from ear to ear—not in amusement, but in the quiet thrill of something only he understood.