Slowly, Zig's eyes started to open; his head was aching, as he felt like he had just been smashed by a truck hurtling at full speed. He didn't know why he felt this way, and for a moment, he was unable to remember anything.
'Did I get whacked by one of the other groups or something... but I was sure I was in my cell,' Zig thought.
His blurred vision was coming back into focus, and he could see someone lying in the bed that was placed opposite to him. It was a bed that had remained empty for a while now, so why would someone be in it, and what was with the green hair?
When Zig's vision finally cleared, he started to remember, as he could see the young boy who had practically been sleeping away. He remembered the last moments; there were fierce eyes staring at him, they had sharpened and were slightly glowing red.