There was a high gray, brown-coloured roof and the room was shaking a bit. Lynx woke up, his vision slightly blurry upon waking; he shook his head to chase the blurriness away and to jumble his thoughts back into place.
He looked in all directions, and lastly to the left where he saw bars and space, beyond that was a place of dusty white-green walls. Lynx swallowed his saliva lightly and looked around the room. It was like a prison cell, and it was empty. He got up from the floor, and he didn't hear much of any sounds.
He crossed the floor over to only place that gave a different view, the bars. He walked up to them and clasped his hand around one of them; the next second he felt a great amount of electricity that rushed into his hands and to his body forcing him to release his hold. Lynx gasped, stunned by the sudden pain.
'What's this?'
From Lynx's room a loud laughter erupted through the silent walls.
