The room he was sitting in didn’t have much in the sense of accommodation. Not that he was made to be comfortable when he was technically in prison for committing a lot of crimes, but where he was at now, had more than what a normal prison had. It was bigger to say the least, almost as wide as Illia’s living room, which was saying a lot because it could have comfortably fit thirty people when we passed it earlier. The walls were a simple tan which complemented the beige carpeted floor. There was a single bed with two white pillows and a thick moss green blanket. A small wooden table was pressed on the other side of the wall, lined with small books, notebooks, and a couple pencils. At the end of the room, there was a shower head, toilet, and sink which were separated by a clear glass from