CalicoWoolfe

Footsteps echoing in the long white hallway, past closed reinforced doors locked shut and solid. He was at the door; a small slot that let him look in was closed so he opened it to look in. It was fairly light, the corners of the room on the other side had dark spots in the corner. What he was looking for would be easy to see. The room was padded as he looked around, he spotted what he was looking for. "How was your night, Calico?" The man asked as he looked at the white ball curled in the dark corner. No answer was given. "Were you able to sleep?" He was trying to get a response from the blonde haired girl who moved a bit but remained in t