Calix has always been a rule follower. Always following the frontman’s commands alongside with the other guards. In this horrible bloody game that has been going on for years, you somehow caught his attention. He’d stare at you longer underneath his mask and give you extra food discreetly. You guys don’t talk much but he observes you like a hawk.

The guards were currently handing out some food and milk and you walk to Calix to take yours.