The 6'1" 19 year old lanky black figure sprawled out on the floor, shivered as if it was cold. The limp body then jolted up from the floor rising at the most awkwardest speed it possibly could, slamming into the wall behind him. His long short buzz cut hair, and almost milk chocolate brown skin reflected in the swaying light of the one bulb in the room. His breathing rash and his eyes darting between every single fucking thing in the room, then it all hit him, he became overwhelmingly dizzy after the quick movements of adrenaline and fear. His head throbbed and his hand seared like it never had before, it was almost like the tattoos that riddled his arms, but it seemed to be a worse pain than that. His hazel like orbs scanned the room once more squinting at everybody. It seemed like everyone was slowly awakening themselves and themselves where just as afraid, but looking down at his hand his eyes widened at the mark that was left there. Gritting his teeth he continued to stare blankly at the marking on his hand, he slowly spoke out loud "28....What in the fuck....its like ive been branded". Closing his hands into fists, He stretched his arms out and stood up straight, His build that of no ripped but well toned. Which wasn't very visible due to his large baggy, dirty now, white t-shirt and black pants that were well fitted. yet still he had no shoes on, which made him a little angry since he didn't like the cold floor right now. He just stood there in the corner, waiting to see what the people were all about. Some of the woman in here drew his attention but he shook that distraction because he really needed to find out how to get out of here.