That is how is here at the moment, locked up in a grubby cell that is infested with roaches. As soon as Jasper had come to relaxing, his door had flung open, two guards standing there. One eyed him with disgust, as if he was gum on his shoe. “You're late,” the other spoke up. They approached Jasper, wasting no time in dragging him to a strange blue room. One opened the door and threw him in.