Chase's attention was caught as he heard his door opening. The light slowly spilled into his room. It blinded him, but he didn't even blink, he just let his pupils adjust to the light. Slowly, he turned his head to the door. He was curious about what was going on. Was it time to meet the new inmate? He mustn't get excited though. Bad things happened when he got excited, and when he was bad, the guards would get mad at him. He wanted to... he wanted to have fun with the guards. Play the same game he did with his family. But the guards always had needles with them. Asses. No one would play with him here. He just wanted to have fun. This place was so boring.<br/><br/>When his eyes had adjusted to the light, he could make out three figures in the doorway. One nurse, holding a tazer and a needle, and two guards, each with one of those nightsticks and a needle. How come he got the biggest security? They didn't let him go anywhere anyway. But deep down he knew-- they were afraid of him. One day, when he'd been strapped to that metal table, ready to be experimented on, he'd heard them talking about<span style="font-style: italic">how</span>he'd killed his family. For some reason, they were scared by it. Scared that a seven year old could kill two adults and another the same size as themselves with only their bare hands. But that was how the game worked. No one here seemed to understand that.<br/><br/>The guards didn't want to come into his room, so they yelled at him to stand up. "You're meeting the new inmate today. Don't try anything funny."<br/><br/>Chase blinked. Without a word, he sat up on his bed and hopped off. His feet hit the stone floor with a slight thump. He walked toward the guards slowly, but didn't stop. He began walking past them, out into the hallway. "You're slow," he called to them as he continued walking.<br/><br/>The guards here were advised of three things when dealing with Chase Hisuka. First, don't go into a room alone with him. Second, don't touch him, unlike with the other inmates, it just made being around him more dangerous. They were advised to keep him within an arm's distance so they could sedate him, but stay out of his reach. Third, and possibly the most important, if he asked you to play with him, you said no. If you said yes, he would kill you. If you said no, he wouldn't touch you. He wouldn't play the game without the person's consent.<br/><br/>Eventually, they fell into line with the rest of the inmates to see their new friend for the first time. He was a boy, a red head. Maybe he would want to play, if Chase ever got out of his cell. Once a week, they would let him into the rec center so he could get some exercise, and he was experimented on about once a month, but other than that, the gray walls of his room were all he knew. Tomorrow he could go to the rec room. Would the boy be there? Would he play with him? Oh, he was so bored.