Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180827012222/@comment-26545936-20190106231934

The D-class, D-3541, was resting on his bunk-bed with his hands crossed behind his bed as he looked upward at the concrete ceiling.

He didn't do it, he knew he didn't do it. So that's why he was here, to finally be free after all of these experiments. He didn't do it and he just needed to prove it to everyone.

His eyes narrowed and than his body shifted as he turned to look at the wall the bed was connected towards. It wasn't really a bed per-say, but it would have to do.

3541's mind wandered of fantastical places and adventurers, reactions to things so wonderous of characters he wished he could see again. Though his imaginative mind kept his sanity in-check, one had to wonder if it was leaking at this point in-time.

What day was it? It was supposed to be a month down here, or was it a year? It all kinda glossed together as his trial came and went.