Recruitment 2

The big room, with its plain white floors, walls, and ceiling is slowly but surely draining his sanity.

Even the wards in the room that are keeping him, are lacquered white, almost blending them to the color of the room.

He does not know how long it has been since his capture. If it weren't for the food and souls that are delivered to him through a trapdoor from the ceiling of his room at a clockwork-like schedule, he would have totally lost his sense of time.

He has almost given up in trying to escape. Even though he has been devouring the souls given to him by his captors, it only provides him with very little hope as he knows how strong the superiori have become. He figures that a person, or a group of people that can afford to imprison him in a fine facility like this, are powerful superiori.