Nick sat and stared at the door of his prisoncell-like room. Concrete walls, floor, and ceiling. He was sitting on his bed. He didn't even understand why there was a bed. They don't sleep. Half demons never had the luxury of sleep. He stared, keeping his mind numb. Shapes started to form in front of him. He just sat there. The shapes continued to move. He didn't have any thoughts. Only the observance of the shapes moving before him. They were bodiless. They were nothing. Just bits of remaining imagination left over from his human self. The human that was hidden somewhere inside him. Unable to be accessed by him.<br/><br/>There was a lazy rap at the door. Nick stood from his spot on his bed and twisted the cold metal knob to open the door. This was the usual manner of informing one that their shift was to begin. He didn't even bother to close the door behind him. It didn't matter. He walked down the hall. The whole place was dark. It had always been that way. The room was at the very end of the hall. The door to it was metal, like all the rooms, but this one was thicker. He pulled the latch up and turned the knob to open it. Inside, there was a group of frightened people. The corner of his mouth twisted up into a sort of half smile.<span style="font-style: italic">Pathetic...weak...scared and they don't even know of what yet.</span>