Claude found himself drawn to the expansive metal enclosure, not for its shine or for the sheer amount of space it took up but because it seemed to be a birdcage. And even with its doors left wide open, the flocks of birds inside stayed within, not a single avian daring to escape. Could it have been that they were programmed to stay, that they were manufactured artificial creatures fulfilling their purpose? It could have been. But he wondered if it something else; if it was that caged birds thought freedom was a crime.
Either way, it had him entering the cage doors himself, crouching down within its confines to make himself smaller, so as not to appear as a threat to anything inside there with him. Then came the sound of footsteps on metal, followed by the loud crash that had him spinning around swiftly to see now the cage doors closed, and someone here with him. βHello,β he called out awkwardly, trying to get a grasp at the situation at hand. βDid you... do that?β he pointed to the doors, eyes darting between the entrance and the other tribute in front of him.
@malach-chrysoβ
