Somewhere, in a dark and cold place.
Dragging himself by the feet, Nicholas slumped on the creaking cot of his detention center cell. His entire being was disheveled, now was a sad mockery of his former polished image.
"...loser! Get the hell out of here!"
"...haha! The fucker cry!"
"...lazy ah. Go and do it yourself."
The other inmates' voices echoed from the other cells, being carried away by the damp and cold air.
The condition of the cell was harsh. The peeling gray wall had splotches of dirt clung to its surface from the lack of proper care.
Nicholas raised his hands, grabbing the sides of his head. The faint flicker of fluorescent light cast a dim glow on his figure.
From wearing a pristine suit, Nicholas was forced to change into the orange clothes of the detention center inmates. The harsh material was a far cry from the comfort of his suit.
A cold reminder of how he used to be before mingling with the elites.
