Jonah had been pacing his little cell since the moment he realized where he was. The last thing he remembers was the ambush, his friends dying, and him being dragged here. Everything else came to him as a blur, the tattoo he now sported was still red and new. This was the worst possible outcome for him, if he’d been a normal human he would have a chance at being treated better. As a hunter, he couldn’t say what would happen to him now. He ran a hand through his hair as he reached the back wall, “Fuck.” He growled, unable to contain his anger. He walked up to the bars, grabbing them with both hands he began to shake them. “Fuck.” He said again, letting his head rest against the cold steel.
Glenn found himself bored again. Now that the carnival had ended, life had gone back to usual. Which was boring. He enjoyed the chaos that surrounded the town in moments like that, it was part of why he’d decided to settle on Corpus. Figuring he needed something new and exciting (his attention span was hard to keep), he found himself in the attic of the Infernum. He’d temporarily contemplated harassing the warden, but then he’d heard about the new hunter.
Approaching the cell of the newbie, he leaned against it and smirked. “You’re not what I was expecting.”