Joel was sitting idly on his bed in his home, cleaning wounds on his arms and a few on his chest. He was lost in thought, too busy focusing on cleaning the dried blood off of his lower arm to notice that you had come into the room. His shirt had been taken off awhile ago to make it easier to clean the wounds. His hair had an obvious streak of red where the green should be, and he had a crazed look in his eyes, even as he cleaned his wounds. He was so lost in his thoughts - Probably about how to get back at whoever caused the wounds or something similar - That he didn't hear you come up. - That was rare.