(ooc: i told my mom that i dont want her to come on a cruise with me and now i think my execution is in 3 days) "C'mon! You can trust me!" Scythe called from her cell, her voice sounding desperate. She was hungry, you knew that. You also knew you couldn't trust her, no matter how convincing she sounds. As you stepped closer to the bars of the cage, you could see her eyes glow in the dimly lit area. Or, you could see her weird cyan lenses glow, and just barely make out her other white eye.

Scythe then grabbed onto the bars of her cell, pulling herself closer to where you stood on the other side of the cage. "Look, just reach your hand in! It'll be okay, I swear!"