@galaeus has found CROW.
Crow's cell was starting to close in around them.
It had taken them about a week to start thinking of it as a cell, and it had been a very dismal realization. Optimism was sometimes a prison, but at least it wasn't a literal prison-- not like the blank four walls they had been staring at for too long.
Realization came when they stopped promising him he'd be let go soon, or at least that he could go outside for some fresh air. It came when he started feeling the low humming resonance of an electromagnetic dampener they were likely running through the cell in case he tried anything. It came with the silence, when men and women in suits had decided Crow's answers to their constant questions were consistent.
But really, he had been in worse situations; at least there was no torture, despite how absolutely annoying the electromagnetic field was. There was a shower, a comfortable bed, and even a television tucked up into the corner of his blank little haven . For someone who'd been recently incarcerated by galactic officials, it seemed like Terran prison was pretty nice.
Or they could keep telling themselves that, to curb the growing fear of what would happen next.
It had been at least two days since they had last been visited by anyone, and time tended to move slower without something to break it up. So when the door to the hallway outside clicked open, the Celestial shot to attention. Up on his feet, Crow was notably not human-- not quite, anyway, despite the primary features that rooted him to the species. His proportions were elongated, pristine, his broad nose separating two tremendous blue eyes.
And his skin seemed to glow just the slightest bit, an iridescent sheen of aqua blue that seemed to flutter in waves. Even in the blank white scrubs they had given him, Crow stood out.