Austin
He’d strolled down to the cells with Gretta and Dariah. They’d not done anything with the boy; they had found out he was in the cells and just left him there after hearing from Dariah how long he’d been there; half a decade. It was now time to pay that boy a visit.
His hair was long and shaggy, and he was very unkempt. His cell was right at the very back, away from where all other prisoners would be put when arriving. Slade, it seemed, had put him in solitary confinement.
Though that boy's eyes moved to the three of them from his place on the floor, he didn’t actually move at all, didn’t say anything in greeting, just looked at each one in turn and then just closed his eyes once more. There was nothing in that cell of comfort and the boy lay there on the bare floor. There was a
