what an odd case… he skimmed over the contents of the
folder and his hues narrowed at a single word as his gaze could
bore holes into the papers… Raven. He forced himself to swallow his
curses upon this place, these people. He set down his papers and
entangled his fingers in locks of hair, heavy thoughts drained him of
what little spirit he had in this prison ward. Yet another one is caged
and used for selfish wants and sadistic needs in the name of ‘science’.
Shion pulled himself away from the desk, as he shuffled his way over
to the exit… Three stories down: where the fresh blood and new meat
is kept in holding… to be sedated so what was urges to fight and flee
will be suppressed to a more passive state of mind: Lambs for the
slaughterhouse if you may.
Shion made his way down white wash corridors and into an
elevator to begin his descend to the bowels of this forsaken place.
Surely, Arima kept a steady gaze upon him, as he knew well of the
cameras not only spaced out between the rooms, but also within his
own eyes… Only sight was a given, but sound was not a sense Arima
had yet to gain from the ghoul-doctor… He was escorted to the room
that his old companion was kept in: the cage in which the bird was held.
Even if he looked like the staff here, with lab coat and all adorned..
The pillar dragged itself up from it’s grave as the door slid open, giving
him haunting reminders of what his chambers resemble. A single step in,
before the door closed behind him for cautionary purposes… His words
stumbled off his tongue and tripped over his lips only to fall short.
Time passed slower than it ever had then again he wasn’t sure time existed anymore, he was caged the dim lights that were given did nothing for him in fact it reminded him of the prison he had locked himself in for his entire life. He remained in a weakened state due to the suppressants that were used in order to keep him in a passive state of mind, his hunger and diet hadn’t changed much though given the bare minimum to keep him alive but not strong enough to do anything.
Though he had refused the ghoul meat having been able to smell the change, Yomo hadn’t touched it leaving the meat on a table in his room left to rot. Had he not been used to the smell he probably well would have lost himself and ate it, but he wasn’t going to surrender to them nor was he going to give them information about the people he held close it only meant he was more than willing to give up his life if he had to, but he wouldn’t go down easily.
A voice at the door of his room had him turning his gaze towards it often times he thought he hallucinated more than he actually saw real people, sometimes he saw his sister or heard her voice knowing well that she was long dead and he would probably join her soon. This voice though was one he hadn’t heard in what felt like ages, only leading his mind to pure speculation that Shion wasn’t really here; that his mind was playing some kind of cruel trick on him.
“----Have you come to torment me as well?” his voice was hoarse from disuse, he dare not hope that the voice was real.
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