Eventually, he tired himself out, falling to his knees as he leaned his head against the clammy, stone floor, lightly banging his forehead against the stone. Fresh droplets of crimson dropped from the edges of his black-steel cuffs, falling monotonous onto the stone as the pain was null on his aching body.
"...I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I'll kill you…"
Decartes loomed over him for a moment, listening to the repeated mutters of the young man before spinning around as his long, sable robes fluttered behind his sudden, exaggerated movement.
"It seems you're a bit preoccupied at the moment with faraway delusions. I'll be back, Ren Nakamura! Make sure to eat your fill; today is going to be a long, productive day!" Decartes laughed sadistically, waving as he marched off into the depths of the dark corridor beyond the cell.
