Mono sat in that same chair he had been sitting in for months now. He doesn't get hungry or thirsty in the Signal Tower thankfully.

He sat there, looking down at the ground. Static could be heard all around the Signal Tower, and the static had become sort of claiming for the boy. But deep inside… He was tired of it all. He wanted Six dead.

He sighed, mumbling things to himself as he continued to look at the floor. He almost zoned-out completely, but snapped out of it.