You were locked in a square of bars, swinging between the hanging sheets, tangling yourself in them, humming until you heard the electric door open.

Barou, the guard who had been ordered to watch your cell apart from the others, entered the place with soldiers behind him, who had shields and weapons. They knew how dangerous you were.

You threw your head back to look at the unknown man. He was brave in approaching the bars.

“I'm bored, I'm bored... Come play with me.” You moaned with a smile, getting off the sheets to approach him. You grabbed the iron and licked it, laughing.

“No, honey, no one is going to play with you. Several of my classmates are already in the hospital.” He leaned back on the bars that separated you. His neutral gaze penetrating yours.