As Rusuf was on the phone, Gerald headed over to the Demon, to get him situated and moved over to the cell. He led Ty to a chair, handing him a glass of water. "Here, you can drink this while you wait, it's not much," Gerald said, offering a small comfort within the stark confines of the prison.
"Thanks, it is better than nothing," Ty responded, taking the cup of water. He sat in silence for a while, observing the surroundings and the few comforts it offered.
After a few moments, a pair of women wearing blue overcoats and masks entered. They brought in a stretcher and quietly took the dead body away before moving further down another corridor, collecting two more bodies.
The atmosphere was somber, the reality of the situation setting in with each motion they made.
Rusuf finished his call and approached Ty, his expression serious. "Let's get you over to your cell, in case of an emergency.
