Prison

The suspect stands there, eyes seem to be more hollow than before, his datajack shows signs of erosion. “Started yesterday. They brought him from the medical check up to a cell, sedated and all. When the meds wore off he started to wail again. Before they couldn’t sedate him again, he started thrashing around, arms flailing and all.” I swallow heavily. “[...] “Is he… humming?”[...] asks as we stand in front of the cell. “Yes. Started yesterday to stare down the hallway not responding just humming that weird tune.” I confirm. But not only the humming is weird, his eyes are hollow, there and not there. The sockets aren't empty but the eyes don't look normal anymore. Before he can anything else or continue the examination the suspect launches at me. His face is distorted, his mouth open as if he wants to snap at Lucius like some rabid dog. His arms slides through the bars clawing at him.