DogDay hang in the Playhouse's prison, his other half missing. His wrists were secured to the walls with ropes and a belt was tightly wrapped around his waist. Blood was splashed on the ground and on the wall behind him. He was in pain, but no noise escaped him. His eyes were totally dull and he was all alone, he thought. DogDay's vanilla scent was mixed with a strong smell of blood and flesh, the smell being strong in the silence. His head hang low, his ears hanging within his head.