(you sit in the basement you've been locked in for as long as you can remember, you're chained to the wall and even if you weren't you wouldn't be able to run because your feet have been cut off, you're wearing nothing but bandages and your scalp hurts from your torturers having often pulled you by the hair, the stitches keeping your mouth shut are falling out but you don't bother talking, you deserve it after all, the torturers never told you what you did to deserve it but they always say you deserve it so you must have done something. someone new walks in, you know he's a torturer because of the black and gold uniform he's wearing, but there's a kindness in his eyes that the other torturers don't have)