Jack could hear Rina walking about behind him, but he refused to move from his spot. Her voice spoke up to him, telling him that it was her father that told her to be here. So that man is her father? Wonderful, more issues for himself. He ignored her attempt at apologizing to him for bothering him, to which he did not respond at all. It was one thing to be under authority of one person, but now there was another one among this? Did the world hate him or something? When the footsteps faded off into the kitchen, and then down the hall, the sound of a door closing; he sat up on the couch. Turning around to stare at the plate of food left out for him. It was the steamed rice and grilled meat. Although he was hungry, he was still in quite a sour mood.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I don't know what she is trying to do, being here is annoying enough. How do I know that she didn't put anything in it?</span>he thought, sniffing at the food for a moment before pulling his head away, standing up from the couch.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't care if I starve tonight, or even for a week. I don't trust these humans.</span>Leaving the dinner where it was, Jack headed off to his own room down the hall, which was pitch black. He didn't mind it though as he flopped onto his bed, which was just a mattress on the floor, accompanied by a single pillow and blanket. Crawling over, he lied down and rested his head on the pillow, pulling the blanket up over his head so he was nothing more than a lump. Closing his eyes, Jack drifted off to sleep once more, ignoring his empty stomach. It was going to be a tough 2 weeks for sure.<br/><br/>When the night passed on and the morning sun came around, shining its rays of light through his curtained window, Jack remained motionless. He was sound asleep, and even so, unwilling to move from his spot. Jack was a stubborn Hound, of course doing as he is told to benefit his owner. He of course, would refuse things from people he didn't know. Growing up without a family, raised into slavery and fighting, it was no way for a child to live life. Yet he was one who experienced it, a brutal life that if he could change back time, he would. He would do it in a heartbeat if he could. To be able to see his mother and father's faces again, their smiles. To be able to hold his little sister again and live like a family. That was all he wanted in life, was to be happy. Fighting did not bring him happiness, it was the opposite. But with living without those necessities for so long, his heart itself became stone cold. He blocked people out of his life, prevented them from getting close to him. Trust was almost impossible to reach him, and even if it did, it would not be very much. He was basically a lone wolf at this point. Life was his own demise, his own catastrophic downfall.