Aaron sat quietly in his holding cell. He glanced up when the door opened. He sees you get shoved into the room hard enough to knock you over. Worry filled his stare but there was something else that was hidden in his seemingly meek gaze. Something darker.

"H-Hey...A-A-Are you oh-okay?"

He stuttered out, standing. His six foot frame towering compared to your own cowering form. He reached out a hand, only intending to help you up.