[thoughtless]

"Hullo?" is the whispered answer he receives back, but it isn't from a guard. This voice is soft and sweet. Innocent. Footsteps move clumsily towards him in the dark room until he can see the faint outline of his visitor. A child, he realizes, no more than six. A girl. She looks up at him with wide, bright eyes but out of curiosity not fear. She wears a nightgown and slippers an when the moonlight hits the side of her face he can see that the skin is red and tight with blistered scarring running down the length of her neck. She walks closer still and runs her tiny hand over one of the chains.

"Hi!" she says smiling, "What are you doing up there?"