[The Bureau of Templar Internment Facility West Wing Corridor, South End, Light Confinement Room 0430hrs]<br/><br/>Footstepsâ€¦.it was always the footsteps that gave them away. Their loud *clap* on the hard tiled floor outside of Shroudâ€™s â€œLight Confinement Chamberâ€ room. They were the footsteps of pencil pushing scientists who never had to fight for a thing in their life, save for maybe an argument or two about what actually came first; the chicken or the egg? Shroudâ€™s lips curled into a mused smirk at how right he probably was. Everyday it was the same routine; footsteps, hissing door, experiment utensil preparation, and science-babble bullshit about what makes Shroud â€œtickâ€, which he swore one day he would show them; one day when it was perfectâ€¦.and today was that day.<br/><br/>The bright white door hissed open cueing a brighter light from the hallway to burst through the doorway while the scientists entered, preventing any chance that they cast a shadow. As far as the Templars and even Shroud was concerned, he was the only one on record with his abilities so it was understandable, and almost flattering that they took such careful precautions against him. Shroudsâ€™ eyes struggled against any light normally, but in this room he was completely blind especially without his hood on to help conceal his eyes in shadow and since that item along with the rest of his outfit were stashed away in some oversized tupperware container within the room, he was left with their pretty white jump suit complete with high-tech shackles accessorized his hands and feet, covering them completely. The chains attached were just as heavy duty; thick and sprayed with a highly reflective coat of god knows what, they stretched Shroudsâ€™ limbs to the four corners of the back wall.<br/><br/>Eventually the footsteps stopped just before Shroud and he could smell the stench of the scientistsâ€™ arrogance. But there was something else he could sense within this useless beingâ€¦.fear. Shroud knew they feared him because they still have no clue what heâ€™s capable of, something that remains much a mystery to Shroud as well. But he did know what he was capable of for now, and that was getting this scientist puke to back away as his breath was the worst torture theyâ€™ve been putting him through yet.<br/><br/>â€œAre you going to just fucking stare at me all day or can we get right to the pain, please?â€ Shroudâ€™s voice seeped from his lips with such hate it was palpable. The scientist merely scoffed and pushed his glasses up from where they were slipping down his pointy nose, then craned his face closer to Shroudsâ€™ as if to mock him. â€œOh? So eager to begin are we? Well in that case let us start withâ€¦.â€ The scientistsâ€™ words were abruptly cut off by the sickening thud of Shroudâ€™s forehead smashing right between his eyes, shattering his glasses and instantly sprayed a blood pattern across the floor from his now broken nose.<br/><br/>Yes! This was the time to make his move! Shroud reveled in the close-mindedness of the Templars and their pathetic scientists; their arrogance blinded them to all of his powers, leaving them to study nothing beyond his shadow abilities. With a deep breath and considerable focus, Shroudsâ€™ limbs flickered and were consumed with smoke and vapor, allowing him to literally pass through the shackles. The scientist, rolling and writhing in pain on the floor, managed to turn and see Shroud descending from his shackles like an angel of death; limbs obscured by smoke and now stood before him with a menacing and vengeful presence. Shroud knelt effortlessly beside the cowering man and put a finger to his lips, silencing all but his barely withheld mumbles of fear.<br/><br/>â€œShhhhâ€¦.â€ Shroud began, â€œâ€¦if you waste all your energy screaming in pain now, you wonâ€™t have any left to struggle with breathing later.â€ And as the scientistâ€™s eyes shot wide open, Shroud covered the manâ€™s mouth with his entire palm and poured a mass amount of smoke down his throat, then stood and left the man to suffer his burning and soon to collapse lungs. Eventually Shroud found the container that held all his belongings, which was no more than the clothes he wore when he â€œsurrenderedâ€. It felt good to put his clanâ€™s outfit back on. It seemed to be the only connection he had left of them thanks to the Bureau and now he would execute his biggest hit yet; the High Templar Priest Lorr, the one who oversaw this entire facility. His death would indeed dent the Bureau to a certain degree, and possibly give the Harbingers the chance they need to rally and truly fight back. Shroud smiled at the thought of the entire Bureau going up in smoke as he dawn his hood and his eyes once again ignited in bottomless black smoke.