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Immediately, Theo looked ready to panic. Panic at the thought of being locked in the room. However, SOMETHING in Sierra's eyes was keeping him from doing so.

"...ah... ah..." he stammered.

"I don't like it when they lock me in here." he said.

"But... but okay. Okay." he then said, calming down ever-so-slightly.

"....but... protected?" he asked her.

"From what? What's going on?" he asked further, nervousness and agitation in his tone.

She nodded in response.

"Of course." she replied.

"I'd be happy to come along." she told him.

"Want me to bring anything?" she then asked.

"As in, a thermos filled with a hot drink or anything?" she clarified. "In case you get thirsty or want a drink to warm you up?" she reasoned further with a light giggle.

She heard a sigh afterwards.

"You'd better know what you're doing." the voice said.

At that point, she heard a knock on her door, before it was opened.

"From now on, no talking to subject 345D." a guard told her.

"He is irritable and unstable. Leave him alone." they ordered her further.

"Otherwise, there WILL be consequences." they then threatened.

"....cameras everywhere." he said. "They're always watching. Always." he told her.

"Exits... 4 on the ground floor..." he continued. "All barred. All trapped. All guarded." he warned her further.

"Security prowls. Always watching. They stop us from trying to hurt ourselves." he went on. "Take us to confinement when we try." he said further.

"Shocking sticks. They paralyse you." he then informed her.

"....never alone. Never." he added, before starting to shake violently again.

The male was still shivering, and looked to still be afraid and nervous around her. However, he looked at her once more, and bit his bottom lip slightly.

"Th-Theo." he got out.

"...hi." he then said.

It was clear he was still a mess. A wreck. But he seemed to calm down minorly. Somewhat.

"...death is the only way out..." he added in a whisper.

"I crave it. But they refuse it." he mumbled, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"H-help!?" he stammered.

"....out of here?" he then asked, suddenly distressingly calm.

"Yes. Yes, I want out." he said.

"I want out of this place. No matter what. Any way possible." he said quickly.

"They won't let me out. They keep me here. They don't let me die." he rattled off.

"How can you help? You're in here, too." he then said further.

"We're all trapped. All here until we die. But we're not allowed to." he went on, slightly rocking back and forth.

"AH!" he exclaimed, jumping slightly when she addressed him.

"Ah! No! No more!" he said in a panicked tone, trying to sink deeper into the corner... before he stopped and looked over towards her, confusion and fear in his expression.

"Who? Who are you!?" he asked.

"Don't know you! You new!?" he asked her further.

"Stay away!" he then told her.

"Stay away from me! Leave me alone! I want to just die!" he went on, stress and sadness more than evident in his tone.

Jaxon's eyes widened for a moment, before he handed it back.

"...all right." he whispered.

"So you ARE here to help." he said.

"How?" he asked.

"You're scoping the place out, but how will that help? You're trapped in here now." he told her.

"Unless you have some sort of plan?" he asked.

Ryker made his way towards Eke, and smiled.

"Thanks." he said, accepting the mug.

"I'll call if this goes into overtime." he told him.

"Later!" he then called to them as he stepped out the door.

"Eke?" Aly asked from the counter.

"There anything I can do to help you out today?" she asked.

"...." Jaxon was quiet for a moment, before looking at her.

"...what?" he asked.

"Help? How?" he asked her.

"And what you're here for?" he then asked further.

"...admittedly, you've confused me now." he told her.

"How can you possibly help?"

"Jaxon." the male replied.

"Just call me Jax." he said further.

"And yeah, it's horrible." he agreed.

"But there's nothing we can do." he told her. "This place has a public face, and they're left alone." he went on. "And we're not allowed outside these walls." he continued.

"Some people have spent more time in here than they have out there." he told her further, pausing for another moment.

"...but whatever." he muttered.

"I need to find a way out of here, and save a friend of mine trapped in here as well."

"You're no longer a person." the male replied.

"You're a guinea pig." he told her. "A test subject. Something for them to do various tests on. Whatever they want, whenever they want." he continued.

"They'll tear you down until you break, then dispose of you." he lamented quietly.

"Look at that guy over there." he then said, gesturing to a male in a corner, shuddering and shying away from everything and everyone. "He's almost to the breaking point. He's paranoid, and he's tried to kill himself already. But they won't let him die. Not until they're finished with him." he explained.

"Only when you are deemed useless, are you given the sweet release."

"....." the male was silent, not even looking at her for a moment. He then sighed quietly, and glanced at her.

"....no." he replied. "I'm not." he said.

"How can I be, in a place like this?" he then asked quietly, shaking his head slightly.

"...you're new here, aren't you?" he suddenly asked her.

"You'll wish you never showed up to this hellhole."

"....fantastic." she heard in the bluetooth earpiece.

"This is just fucking fantastic." the voice growled.

Meanwhile, in the lounge, she looked at a male that was sitting by himself, away from the others.

And he looked like a LOT was on his mind.

He looked very pensive, and like he was concentrating extremely hard on something.