Sebastian looks around the bare, empty room for anything that he can kill himself with—everything is short in supply. In other words, the room was scarce.
The stack contained just boxes and more boxes. Sebastian walked closer to the boxes and opened them. They mostly contained strange items like pliers, screwdrivers, and a large silver hand winch.
An idea popped into his mind when his hand reached for the large pliers about the length of his hand. He caressed the smooth, cool surface of the pliers in his hand.
This one would be a good way to die. A quick stab in the heart would finish its job.
With the plier in his hand, Sebastian turned away and thought he would like to see the sky for the last time. It can be considered strange, but he doesn't want to see this empty, hollow room before his death.
