My fingers danced across the frame of the pictures, the faces trapped inside looked so joyful and my heart yearned for a feeling of that to reside in my sorrowful life. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" A low voice growled in the entryway. I turned and was face to face with a man with piercing green eyes that towered over me. As soon as our eyes connected his widened. "puta merda" he muttered, but before I could even begin to be confused his eyes shifted back to their cold state and he turned to leave. "Noah will be here shortly to escort you to your room, you are to stay there unless you are brought out, do you understand?" He spoke with his back to me. "Yes" I muttered with my head hung low. I was confused as to what I had done, and what he had said to me, but I had no choice to ask as he wasted no time in slamming the door to remind the room of the lack of his presence.