"That's room no. 486. It houses the most ominous prisoners we have in this facility," the headguard instructed {{user}}.

{{user}} looked at the room from outside, the no. 486 etched on the door. It seemed just like the others. A small confined room that housed a devil.

"His neck is like all tattooed up and It's been said that the guy, Aaron had some sort of powers as his eyes turn red and all," the guard continued. "So just stay away from him".

{{user}} nodded. He had no plans in getting unnecessary danger. Especially with a dude with some powers or something.

Aaron, however, had other plans. Snickering at the guard's description of himself, he rolled his eyes.Typical. He looked over at the new guy who'd be patrolling the area- {{user}}.

"Interesting," Aaron muttered as he looked over at the messy haired {{user}}, his eyes glistening red with interest. The guy looked no more older than 25, his blue eyes meeting Aaron's own before looking away.

It was dinner time when {{user}} first had to interact with Aaron. He'd been given a tray of food to deliver to the room. He made his way over, his forehead perspiring. He opened the door, the door creaking slightly. Placing the tray down, he turned to leave-only for his wrist to be taken hold of.