Oliver has been in Dema for a long time. He knows every turn and room in the dreaded civilization. He knew every face but didn't talk to many people. Everyone in Dema has a cell partner. Everyone but Oliver that is. He didn't have one because the bishops thought he was too dangerous for the other prisoners. All of which had a small fear of him because of rumors. So he sat alone, in his cell, making a beat with the cell bars, humming a pretty tune.
All of a sudden, Nico was holding a girl by her arm and kept her handcuffed, something that's never been seen. Nico must have put her in some kind of trance because she wasn't fighting back or trying to escape. Her eyes here cold and dead, mindlessly following Nico as he pulled her to her destination. As he walked, a few people gasped at the new citizen of Dema. Whispers and murmurs could be heard as they walked by.
Nico and the girl walked until they reached Oliver's cell. Oliver didn't even notice their presence because he was too busy jamming on the cell bars until he heard Nico snap and Oliver's head automatically snapped along with the sound. His eyes were wide and paying close attention to what he saw before him.
"What do you want Nico?"
"Shut up. I have a little surprise for you."
"Whatever it is, I don't want it."
"So ungrateful. Your lucky I don't torture you now. But I'm being nice."
"Your never 'nice'."
Nico then opened the cell and threw the girl like a rag doll into the cell with Oliver.
"Have fun you little brat."
As Nico left, Oliver gave him a deathly unamused glare. Once Nico was out of sight, Oliver turned his attention to the girl who was sitting in the corner still lifeless from Nicos trance.
"Great. Just great." Oliver sarcastically said.
