Looking down and tide up as usual, he waited. The voices that used to yell at him were now quiet, waiting for their moment to start again. His hair over his face, he mumbles incoherences, trying to make them start talking again. He was traped and locked in a room, between four white walls. suddenly, the door opened, shoving someone inside before closing again. He look up as te voices started whispering again. "And who the hell are you?.."