A dull mechanic hum resounded from the walls as the seam between their gaps became visible, getting brought back to reality thanks to this noise he quickly turned around to look at its source.

The protagonist's eyes stared down at the wall briefly before he heard another mechanical sound akin to gears spinning coming from behind him. He didn't have to turn around as his senses told him that it came from the door, he was a little too familiar with.

So, it has begun? While thinking he lightly tugged at his restraint, causing the plate of steel to fall forward, revealing a dusty compartment where his prisonballl and shackles where kept.

Usually, a guard would come with keys and directly unlock his shackles to take him out...

"But there seems to be no response from the guards? ...Guess I have to hurry and improvise." Sighing he moved forward until he couldn't, the energy inside of him awoke under his will, the power churning within his arms as he forced his body once step further.

With a loud crack, pieces of the concrete fractured, he was panting and sweating profusely as he took another step. His joints dislocated as he grit his teeth.

Soon the chains were pulled out of the wall entirely, after which he collapsed on the ground. "That...was surprisingly hard..." He scoffed while freeing his hands from the straitjacket. He then waved his still hurting arms around, enjoying their newfound freedom.

"But man was it worth it.... Oh god, did my hands always look like this!!?" Half surprised half disgusted he stared at his slender thin and pale hands that looked frail as a twig, and to top it off his nails where absolutely gross followed by a stench which he had grown a bit accustomed to now.

"I really need to go clean myself." He noted thoughtfully as he took off his mouth guard which was there to prevent him from biting his tongue off or biting in general.

Whilst licking his teeth, feeling their sharpness he began working at his feet. Placing the chain on the metal plate, with the prison ball hammering at the chains, he was careless at the deafening sound as he put all the strength his body could muster normally into it and around 7 or so hits the chains at his feet finally gave in completely. They shattered leaving only a few links dangling at his ankles, he then breathed in deeply and got up.

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"Now that I think of it, I still don't know how strong I am huh?" Staring at the door he chuckled and clenched his right hand into a fist. He then ran forward and punched with all his might, although there was a foam like material covering the whole cell a small "ding" was still hard as small dent appeared in the door.

On the other end his face was red, one from the pain he felt and two from embarrassment. In order not to scream his lungs out he calmly took a deep breath in and brought his ass back to the prison ball he had previously discarded, indignantly he wrapped the chains around his wrists before picking up the prison ball. "I guess that was my sign not to get too carried away huh.... Still to think that after so many months I still wouldn't be able to blast some measly door to pieces?" He felt like crying and laughing at himself at the same time as he carefully opened it since it had been unlocked, bowing he then paid his respects before walking away while dragging the prison ball by his side...

While walking in the corridors of the facility he couldn't help but feel nostalgia's at what smelled faintly like sharpies, while walking out he gazed into some cells out of pure boredom and vaguely had an idea of how the other ones like him where.

The newer ones where still capable of dragging around their balls relatively easily but still struggled.

Then there were the ones that had been there for quite a while but hadn't given in, the drugs and lack of activity caused their muscles to weaken severely making them barely capable of dragging their weights around.

And finally, were the ones that had been reduced to pool noodles.

"I can't help but notice....is lock picking a necessary skill to become a criminal? Seems like most of these guys knew how to do it..." Grimacing slightly, he sighed while picking up his pace "I wonder if there is a how to guide to this...or maybe a thief 101 book of sorts?"

With rhythmic steps he kept on advancing whilst thinking but he stayed on his guards.

For some reasons they were no guards on patrol at all, this was simply too strange. Not to mention how quite it was, but that was probably because of his location being underground so he did not focus on this one so much.

with no more useless thoughts he walked through the empty passages which made the place look like a dream, a nightmare almost due to the silence and eerie lack of personnel

"Well damn this looks like a scene straight out of an horror post apocalyptic zombie movie..."