"Hello," Ezekiel greeted the man on the other side of the barrier.
The omega sitting opposite him looked painfully thin. His clothes hung loosely on his frame, making his already small body appear even smaller. His cheeks were sunken, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes that no amount of rest seemed able to erase. Even though he was sitting down, he seemed somewhat uncomfortable, as though he couldn't quite find a position that didn't leave him feeling uneasy. Every small shift of his shoulders looked measured, careful, as if he were still calculating the safest way to occupy space in a room that did not belong to him.
Ezekiel took a moment to observe him through the one-way observation panel that allowed the interviewer to see without being seen.
It was difficult not to notice how much weight the man had lost. In fact, it was difficult not to notice the same thing about almost every victim who had been brought into Novaterra.
