Secrets

Shinso

The room was dark, no light source to be seen other than a fine linear around the bolted door standing in front of him.
Each inhalation felt more and more laboured, the faulty ventilation shaft tussling shrapnel around its fans and spitting it out against the floor.
He winced at each vile sound, never ceasing to expect it's next blunder regardless of having tired eyes staring amongst them falling.
Sleep was no issue, he barely did it as it was, to stay up now only tormented him more.
With no intell of night and day he could not log the amount of time he'd been there, never the less he may have woken up days or possibly weeks after the incident.
It was all very confusing.
Never the less he maintained posture, wavering no sign of fright or discouragement, instead analysing his surroundings extensively.
If they wanted him dead...they would have killed him already.
No windows and no furniture other than a few broken down pieces of chairs and what seemed to be tangled rope hanging on the wall on an old rusting hook.
His arm rested gently in a graciously provided sling and his mouth was shielded by a strapped on muzzle that unfortunately linked up at his head, just behind the ears while his wrists remained restrained amongst his lap.

Cold, damp, reeking of the foul stench of blood he shuffled slightly against the wall, rolling his eyes in almost boredom while exhaling deeply through his nostrils.
Undisturbed silence surely had a way with getting to you, especially concerning people who have very little patience.
However, Shinso was not one of them people, instead he enjoyed the silence away from the chaos...just not particularly locked behind the devil doors of Villains.

Speaking of Villains his mind couldn't stop tracking back and forth from that night.

The night he was targeted.

As blurry and as vivid his memory had became there was one particular...THING present that most certainly felt familiar to him.
It's spiked almost horned hair style had bleached red and broke violently through its skin.
The mutilated and almost shattered eyes undulated to a mere speck within its white void.
Anger.
That expression was clearly for the first few moments of the attack, as if a raged beast had been unleashed.

His arm stung at the thought and he winced uncomfortably.
Surely it had been tended too, bandaged and kept clean of infection, though lacked antibiotics to prevent pain and further muscle injury.
Whether it was broken or not Shinso was unsure.
He could still move his fingers and very weakly lift his arm.
Perhaps a fracture, maybe mere bruising and skin breakages.
Either way, he was in no state to fight.

That animals spikes igniting from its arm had penetrated so deep that he was certain a fragment of... whatever it was had been left within his bone.
Glass, metal, fine rock possibly, whatever it was it seemed to shift every now and then depending on certain movements Shinso underwent.

Suddenly the silence came to an end and alarmed the boy drastically, his eyes immediately lashing to the door where several bolts could be heard unlocking on the other side.
Thud after thud, clang after clang each beated along with his pulsating heart.
It had no doubt sped up, thumping violently against his ribcage.
As much has he had dreamed of the day upon encountering a villain today was it's unfortunate undoing...fear consumed him.

Very slowly the door opened and casted inward an almost blinding light.
So bright that he grunted weakly and looked away, tearing slightly in up most pain.
"G-Gh"

Upon adjusting he looked upon a masked villain that quite confidently hummed upon entering the scene, humbly strutting and setting his hands upon his waist.

"Alright kid, up you get" he demanded, thought not that too much of a demand, instead an encouraging request.

He did nothing but stare at the silhouette admiringly, the tearing expression his eyes portrayed relaying the sight back to the tall man.