"Wake up." When Zarion opens his eyes, they feel like lead. He struggles to open them, his eyelashes flutter in their attempts but he feels heavier than usual.
His head hangs low, his body tilted to his right as he sits bound on his knees in a dark void. "I said wake up, we don't have much time." Zarion's skin feels oily and sticky, but he manages to look up at the tall figure standing over him.
"What-" Zarion's voice cracks when he opens his mouth. When he clears his throat, it feels like a thousand dried leaves have been shoved down his throat, snapping and crunching as they grind together.
"Where?" Zarions wet hair covers his right eye so he keeps it closed and only uses his left eye but even if he were using both eyes he would not be able to describe his location. It is a dark nothingness, the only light coming from a spotlight somewhere above him.
The mysterious figure tilts her head, the one black feathered earing she has in her ear tilting in the same direction. She looks down at the boy, analyzing him carefully like she would all her clients. This one is going to be a hard one to win but she has never lost a case, it is why Altari Dean keeps her on a tight retainer.
"You are in a prison cell. They have taken you to the fourth floating city of Varian where you will remain imprisoned until trial. Where you are currently is inside a void created by the Space Elf standing just outside this area who is using the energy of Space to create this void."
Zarion attempts to look behind her but sees nothing.
"You may not remember me, my name is Noa, I work for the Micah Pack as the family lawyer and advisor. If you follow everything I tell you to do than you will leave this place sooner rather than later. The only thing I ask for is the truth, if you lie to me than I will no longer be representing you. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
Noa holds a black clipboard in her hands. "I need you to tell me what you remember after your attack on the elf, Roan Delgado."
"Attack? What I did not..." Zarion shakes his head, his words never coming out louder than a whisper. "I didn't hurt anybody I..."
Zarion groans, feeling like he could throw up at any moment. That is when he looks down at his stained shackled hands. The blood is dry, days old, but it is everywhere.
Zarion's eye slowly trails up his arms and then at his chest and stomach. He is repulsed by the sight, quivering once he sees the blood smeared across his body. "I-" Zarion swallows loudly. "I hurt him?"
Zarion waits for Noa to say something, but she does not reply, she just looks at him with the same calculating glare which forces Zarion to come to his own conclusion. He touches his sticky face and pulls his shaking hand away when the blood smeared across his mouth makes it wet. "I hurt him."
Zarion's head shakes, letting the tears fall from his eyes as he bites down on his molars. "Not him." When Zarion looks up the spotlight reflect on his glossy eyes.
Noa looks down at the mess that is Zarion as h curls into himself, putting his head in his hands, his fingers threatening to rip out his own hair. Her white outfit glows against her beautiful dark skin and the void surrounding the two of them.
She looks down at Zarion but shows no empathy or pity for him. "Bring me a bucket and a sponge and get him a shirt to wear, preferably white." Noa takes her white coat off to reveal a white blouse underneath. "And get him out of these shackles!"