Dylan Sommers
"Cooooome... together as one, cooooome... together as one..."
Lying on the floor and blankly staring at the roof, rythmically mumbling some incoherent nonsense, Dylan Sommers was now a shadow of what he was back then. The complete isolation from the outside world left him jaded and even more unhinged than his natural self, considering the amount of time he was in there. His bodysuit was gone, replaced now by a white prisoner jumpsuit, which he hated with a passion. But there were worse things than that. The cell walls were white and sterile, robbing him from a sense of visual depth and perception. He couldn't keep the count of how many hours he slept. Judging by his pronounced eyebags, he wasn't having enough. The food is horrible, and it was introduced into the cell without him expecting it. Whenever the wall got transparent, he violently leapt into the invisible wall and pushed his palms into it, staring furiously at the interrogator, teeths clenching like a rabid dog. As time passed by, there was less cooperation from Dylan and less communication with the exterior.
He finally stopped mumbling and rose his upper body off the floor and crossed his legs, resembling a meditation sitting position. His hair was longer than the last time, reaching further down his shoulders. He now stared at the blank wall.
