The door slowly clicked shut behind him with a small hiss. What he saw-well-
Lu was laying on his side in the fetal position on the cold tile floor, chained to the wall by a collar around his neck. His hands were in metal mitts, shackled together, and his legs were in shackles too-all of which were chained to the wall as well. It was physically impossible for him to move from that spot without hurting himself. He was clean, but that wasn't really saying much when he looked like he hadn't been fed in a couple of days. There were dark circles under his eyes, skin sticky with sweat. He seemed-out of focus to Sho-he was flipping back and forth between his wolf form, going so fast that it was impossible to focus on one or the other. He barely seemed concious, like he was awake but not really recognizing anything, eyes glazed over. His ears were flat against his head, unable to even really whimper from how fast he was changing. He was just-silent.