A New Life

Going down the hallway, the White Rose agents that were with Gary weren't exactly being the nicest. They had shoved him into a room, closing the door right behind.

Gary turned around to look at the door; it was made out of thick steel, at least a meter wide. He had never seen such a well-designed wall before. Even if he had a running start and tried to attack with all his strength, he wasn't so sure he could break through such a thing. Just imagining himself failing at an attempted breakout made him slightly sick to his stomach.

"I'm weak... I'm f*cking weak," Gary inwardly said as he looked at the clothing presented.

It was a plain white-colored uniform that had the appearance more like pajamas. It was the prison uniform that they were to wear. He did as was ordered and placed it on.