[color=662d91][I]"New shipment eh? Wonder who they got this time."[/I][/color] A raspy voice echoed from one of the countless cells that were nestled in Purgatory. If someone fallowed the voice they would find a pale young man seated in the bottom bunk of his cell, keeping himself shaded from the lights of his cell. It was no other than Cerin, the twisted inmate that had arrived a few months prior. Rumors about what he did to get thrown in here had long since spread through out the prison, ranging from him stealing some ancient artifact from a museum to him sacrificing a whole town for a dark ritual. Though he had done these things, he wasn't charged with them as they couldn't be pinned on him. His dark purple eyes scanned the out side of his cell as he watched the new inmates file in, though he made no attempt to stand up to get a proper look, he would soon enough.