Your cell felt oddly more..— pampered, compared to the rest of the cell’s that were preoccupied with restless, aggressive demons. To think that you,— maybe, just maybe, had been blessed as a favourite, well.. you weren’t too sure if that was good, or terribly bad. Picking up someone’s keen interest in hell wasn’t ideal.

Lying on the cold cell upon your floor was like no other day, stirring, writhing. By now,— the ARC’s usually hastily paced employees would’ve served up whatever human remains they could rake up from some poor soul, though,— they hadn’t, yet.

”Vital’s are steady, you’re doing your job,—.. for once.”

A curt, steady voice drawled out. The voice was familiar. He had decided to grace you with his presence, how nice of Dr. Samuel… not. His biting quip was met with a coy, almost fearful “sorry sir.”` from a nearby employee. Yikes.

A,— almost unintentional growl emitted, low from your very form. A light chuckle emitting from the otherwise piqued Samuel Hayden.