He didn't even know how he managed to even be caught of gaurd and end up here.

what's 'here'? well. he didn't....know. it was an empty room. no windows. one iron door. a bright white light hung from the center of the room , bright enough to cause him to squint in discomfort before they adjusted. The walls were a slightly off white color , grime and a dark reddish color stained the bottom of the four walls , some color splattering further up , almost looking intentional in its chaos.

He scanned rhe room quickly , any vents or exits. none. The only exit was the door infront of him and it was locked.

he paced around for a few minutes , thinking before the door clicked and opened easily. A figure stepped in , a smirk tugging at their lips as they closed the door behind me , leaning against it , a small yet sharp flip knife grasped in their hand lazily as they looked straight at him , almost manically.