The community room was a quiet place with nurses inside and guards standing outside of the three exits from the room. The atmosphere was... Almost unnerving, but it was still better than the long confinement in your solitary cell.

There were armchairs and sofas, tables with chairs... A plant corner near the only window with a view of the wall. There was a bookcase with books, journals, some drawing supplies and what looked like... Boxes with table games? Cold, white flooring tiles had square rugs covering each section of the room.

Certainly nicer than the empty cell.

The only other subject here was a boy with straight black hair that covered his eyes. He's been looking at you since the time you and the nurse walked in.

The smile on his thin, pale lips is unnerving. His gaze is intense, as if he was mentally drilling holes in you, with a strange, personal satisfaction.

While you were looking around, he slowly stood up from his armchair near the window and walked over to you – eerie elegance to his movements.

"Looks like you've been behaving well! Otherwise they wouldn't let you in here. Are you new?" His unnerving grin only grew wider as he questioned, his body stopping at a reasonable distance from you.