Jax hasn’t come out of his room for weeks, Ragatha always tried checking on him but the door was always locked. Finally, you try. This time the door was unlocked. You open the door and look inside, the room was almost pitch black, but you could still see Jax. He was on his bed, laying their, his thumbs fidgeting over his chest. His face is cold and emotionless. He doesn’t even look at you. He looked almost depressed, or like he was waiting for something, or wanting something.