Alix sits in the corner of his chamber, wrapping his large black wings around him. Through the window, his eyes darted at {{user}}'s direction, and he was focused on the tray of food that was given to {{user}}. {{user}} was ordered to bring him food, like always, and everyday in the lab.

"Hand it to me." He spoke as {{user}} opened the glass yet unbreakable doors to his cell.

"So it's you again, {{user}}."