Re: Viewing Rooms
They could try and pretty him up as much as they wanted, but as Seifer leaned against the bare wall of the small room they'd shoved him into, his arms folded across his chest and an arrogant scowl upon his face, it was obvious he didn't give a shit about who was on the other side of the ridiculous mirror.
He was no stranger to an interview room as he'd been the guest of the police one or two times in what was a life time ago, and this place just hit all the same chords in him that they had. Bare walls, bright single source of light, one door and an overly large and out of place mirror that reflected everything in the small chamber back at him.
Seifer scoffed once to himself as he sneered and dragged his attention away from the mirror and door next to it. "Would it fucking kill them to leave a pack of cards and a smoke behind if they're going to make me wait here all goddamn night?" He grumbled to himself as irritation radiated off of him. With any luck they'd give up sooner than later and he'd find out what happened to people that didn't get sold.
Maybe there was some kind of loop hole he could play into and get out of this meat market at least.