The others hadn't noticed or acknowledged his presence, this was likely due to his stillness. He was more rigid and still than a statue his breath coming so smoothly it would be undetectable until you were mere inches before his face. He had been sitting with his back against the wall, motionless, his face concealed in the shadows. His claws scraped the concrete floor making a grating sound similar to that of the one against the door. His red eyes showed nothing but madness and despair, and his white fangs gleamed like daggers. He stood his short brown hair spiking to the side and his horns protruding from his head, as he slowly rose to his feet he pushed off the wall and stumbled forward toward the door. 

He slowly walks forward until he is directly in front of the door then places both hands and his ear upon it. Suddenly those sickly red eyes grew wider and his grin turned into a sadistic smile. Tapping the door he spoke at last "Knock knock whats behind here? Maybe something for me to play with?" He laughed maniacally as he said this. Finally he stepped back and grabbing the door's handle threw it open and yelled "READY OR NOT HERE I COME" completely prepared to face whatever was on the other side.