The boy sits in the dark room. He's curled up on the floor, shackles around his feet, though today they let him sleep with his hands unbound. He is just getting sicker by the day...it's not like he would go anywhere.

Outside his cell, he hears someone coming. He shudders, but he can hardly open his eyes from weakness and fatigue. He sees the shadowy figure, and they seem to be fumbling with the lock. He's scared...how could anyone want him right now?

"Mngh..." He groans weakly.