Cold.

It was the only thing that this pacing tall monster could feel. Aside from the rapidly dropping temperature sensed in the transparent clear crystal-materialed glass walls around him, he groaned for haven't been able to get a good night's sleep, no thanks to the guards who had not hearts to even lend him a blanket or just turn up the heater in this place. Come to think of it, was there even a heater in this place?, he wondered, but not for too long, knowing that it wasn't that important.

But even so, brr... For a skeleton like him, how come he felt a little shiver?

Then again, he's entrapped in a high level security systemized facility, so it wouldn't be a surprise if he knew they were using either latest technology, or magic to restrict the use of any enchantment he may summon. Though he still thought it to be cruel and unfair; does that mean they even restricted his magical ability for his skeletal foundation to warm himself up?!

His blazing yellow gaze shifted from the hard 'bed' he sat up from his irritating slumber, to the metallic shutter doors that served as his only gateway to freedom, seeing and finally deciding that there was no fricking way out of this impossible area. I mean, there were no windows, no back doors, no drainage, not even the vents could help!

Plus, these glass walls, he shuddered at the sight of it. For a moment, he didn't notice the enclosure he was in, and was confused to why would they guard him in an open area, but not after he squinted at it closely, meeting face to face with his own reflection.

It was so smooth, so shiny, so fragile. But even if it was, he'd never dare laid a finger at it. He wasn't scared of being electricuted, no. Instead, for some reason, the glass' invisible presence made him feel anxious, enhancing the winter-like coldness this room gave out.

To him, like seeing his own reflection, the glass was him, and he was the glass. One with the other, fragile, tranquil, still, shattered, dangerous... He was afraid of shattering himself, conscious that he was already broken beyond repair before, with all unfortunate events that kept going on, chasing after him with a hammer in hopes of breaking him once more, piece by piece, one after the other.

The cycle continues, yet in the end, there's absolutely no remedy for shattered glass, stained and tainted with countless encounters of various races, all desiring, craving to land their grasps on egotistical ambitions he did not wish to take part in.

Just as he was about to fall back, planning to decide on considering this as a day off for him, his orbs that did not leave the sight of the only entrance and exit of this chamber, stood on an alert stance as the shutters slowly opened up, giving out a clanking sound. There, revealed the familiar five guards who escorted him yesterday, along with a woman they held captive with long messy chocolate brown hair that seemed to reach right at her mid-back section.

She was wearing a faded blue and lavender striped shoulder-off crop top, denim ripped shorts, brown combat boots, and a ruby red band on her right wrist. Like him yesterday, she held a grey jumpsuit in her arms, and a solemnly calm expression. Despite the stern aura she gives off, her fairly pale-toned complexion seemed to originally hold nothing more than an innocent face of a person to be highly doubted to have done anything wrong at all.

Other than that, what's she doing here in this part of the prison yard? Was she also dangerous like him?

He doesn't know. No matter how exceptionally good he was at reading people, the stern emotion amidst her vulnerable atmosphere made it hard for him to determine if she held both at once. Would that be even possible?

"So... The chief kept his word of 'see you never', huh?" G laughed of irony, noticing the important authority's absence. He was actually keeping the act up, his pinpricks glued at the lady.

Mike only shrugged in retort, "Yeah, about that, he's got some business to attend to."

"That's sad." he remarked out of sass, finally gesturing at the girl, "Who's the chick?"

"She's a--"

"A toy for me to play with? Mike, you're a real friend." the skeleton cutted off, pretending to be oh so excited. At the mention of him being a friend, he sighed in frustration.

"G, we're not friends." he snapped, but the monster didn't mind, however, pretended to look hurt, yelping, "Yeowch. That hurts." he chuckled, turning back to face the girl. He wished he could lean on something to heighten up his esteem with his arms crossed, but no way would he lean on glass. He was already nervous around it, how can he even had the guts to touch it? So he settled with just folding his arms, "Well ain't ya a doll." he complimented fondly, which was true, but it would've been better if her eyes aren't shut tight. He's heard of squint-eyed people, but a close-eyed?

He even wondered how the heck could they see through their eyelids?

"Woah there, G." Mike warned, "She's a killer."

"She sure is."

"No, not that kind of killer, I mean, why else would we settle her in with you? Careful with the words to the lady, dude."

"Mike, again with the du--"

"Won't ya just shut up, okay?! Sure, I ain't as cool, demeanor, and as attractive as you," he exclaimed, rolling his eyes as G mouthed a touched 'thank you', "but hey, at least I know I liked it, and that I have a heart, which you; metaphorically and physically speaking, don't."

I don't have a heart?! He growled in his thoughts in rage, hoping he could slam and break something to cool himself off from anger, but still managed to stop himself, not wanting to break the glass anytime soon. The fricking wall was the only thing available for him to smash in this room, bummer.

Don't have a heart? He scoffed, he felt like screaming in the inside, Says the ones who left me in the cold here!

His attention snapped back at the glass entry of his chamber, the guard assigned forcing the girl in, before locking up the door once more. He eyed her, and she stared back. Looking down, the way she visibly tightened her grip on her clothes, trembling as it did, he knew she was afraid of him, however, still kept a straight poker face.

He smirked at her reaction, not noticing Mike and the other agents already out of the door, with the fact that his human 'friend' was eager to do so, afraid G would give out another one of his useless remarks.

"Acting out as the tough guy, ain't we now, dove?" he grinned, in which she scrunched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. What's with all the nicknames? She thought in disgust, looking away from her new cell mate.

"Giving me the cold shoulder? Geez, I was already shivering before ya even got here." he sighed, walking back on the platform, realizing she still stood on her ground, not leaving her place.

"So are you just gonna stand there or what?" he groaned, finally irritated by her statue-like silence, her stone cold aura adding up to his complainable winter wonderland, "Besides, aren't ya even cold with what you're wearing?" he added, remembering humans have these thing called 'skin' (XD) that could detect various temperatures, known to be vulnerable sensitive to them, which he thought was pretty inconvenient, plus judging the fact that she's wearing a crop top and shorts.

By then, however, G did not complain much about her clothing. He kinda liked showing off more skin or so, mind you. (:P)

"I am." she replied, surprising the skeleton with her unexpected response. For a moment, he believed she was mute, yet here she is, answering his slightly sarcastic question.

"So?" he said, pretending not to be awed or anything, returning to the main point here, "Aren't ya gonna do something about it?"

"I was, but you're here." she shrugged, turning to a red hue, catching him off guard once more. He looked down to where her gaze landed, which turned out to be her grey jumpsuit. Staring at it back and forth between it and her, it took him a moment to realize what she meant by that.

"Oh."