A dark haired teen was lead into the dinning room by three armed guards, each one standing a good four feet out of the teens reach. The lanky teen was walked through the dinning room and to a seat, his bare feet softly clapping against the cold tiled floor of the room. He wore a blank expression as he took a seat, no sign of any emotion be them positive or negative. As he sat he brought his feet up onto the seat so he was in a crouching position. He also made no effort to look at any other in the room, keeping his attention locked dead ahead with a vacant stare in his eyes. This would of seemed odd to others but this was merely how Slade was, a cold and detached teen.