Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-25038310-20150218065945

John sat on the bed in his cell, sighing. He hated social interactions with others, and sharing a cell with someone was considered taboo for him.

He had been in jail before. But the Wraith seemed odd to him. A massive helmet on his head - just to cover up his identity? Or perhaps something else?

He sighed. 6 AM was quite early for him to get up. Oh, how he regretted that one mistake...