His long black hair shielded his closed eyes. He floated in a chamber full of a silver colored liquid. He wore nothing but a long black pants and a silver chain around his neck. Chains were wrapped around his wrists and ankles and attached to the floor. He couldn't be any age more than 16. A little girl pressed her hands against the glass, looking at him with a worried look. "Will he be ok?" she asked turning around to a much older man. He shook his head saying that he didn't know, and rested his hand on the little girl's head. She looked back to the glass some tears trailing down her face. She rested a small stuffed bear in front of the glass "don't die Damien, please don't die" she said as the old man took her back outside.