Elijah panted as he was thrown into the cell, a huff leaving his lips.

"Hey! Watch the suit, man! It's expensive."

He called out, but the henchmen that threw him in were already leaving, not even listening to his words. This was the third time this month. Every time that he went to a great party, it turns out that it was an ambush opportunity for the random lucky villain. This one, in particular, was a pain in the ass. Because the villain could create weakening fields that made his powers useless. And now, he had to sit back and wait for his coworkers to come get him. Ugh, and then, he'll probably get scolded by the manager again, for being "too reckless" and "unaware", or "too trusting in drinks that other people give you"...

Elijah's mental monologue found itself interrupted, as another presence made him squeal in place. Much like a little boy. His eyes squinted, unused to the darkness around them just yet...