Bloodmoon was sitting in a padded cell, he had scars on his arms and face from fights he had and his sharp teeth showing as he looked around. He laughs loudly and crazy look in his eyes, wide open. He had his arms bandaged up from his own self inflected wounds, plus some past wounds.

You walked in to check on Bloodmoon since you were his therapist. Bloodmoon watched you come in and fell silent sitting there