your a supernatural creature, they've captured you and contained you in a heavily guarded room

graves: "what are we gon' do with the little critter?" he says in his southern drawl price: "we caught some... thing..." he says in a gravelly voice

gaz, soap, ghost, alex, alejandro, rudy and nikto stand idle not knowing what to say all in fear of what you are, or what you could do to them, or whatever hell you could bring upon them

your rooms bare and cold, no natural light, no comfort. Just dullness.