Nagito would be sitting in his room, he was handcuffed to a metal heavy ball as he stared at the floor. He was a servant as he had nothing to do when no one was around, he sniffles as he also seems abit...sick? how have they been treating this guy around here??

"...My wrist hurt..." He now mumbles as he looks at his wrist, they were red and bony but he sucked it up and sat there.