Shaved head, red skin with slight wrinkles, like a boiler shrimp that had remained in the water for too long. And as the sole piece of clothing to cover his nudity, Jack had around the waist a rough skirt-like thing.
It was no wonder his appearance had necessitated a comment. He was indeed not like how he had been a day ago when he had gone out.
A low, hoarse chuckle escaped his throat, and he raised his head:
"Ghost."
His smile, while not attractive, was genuine, happy even.
"I indeed look a little ugly right now."
Jack Schneider raised his head, and looked at Lucas with a smile that seemed to have shed a burden. The shackles holding his hands up and keeping his feet in place didn't seem to matter anymore.
Lucas calmly looked at him, then asked:
"You have been busy. Any results?"
Jack gave a small nod, his voice lightening up in relief:
"Yeah, I got some things."
