[The Ex-Human bumped into the drawer, which had his faciliberry tipping to the side and falling to the ground. On contact, the video function turned on, recording the Hunter's attempt to get the damnable collar that snugly wrapped around his throat, off. But even with his advanced strength, the goddamn
personalized collar wouldn’t budge, let alone the
piercing on his navel, which he'd attempted to rip out more than once already. Whatever the Doctors had done, they made it so he couldn't take the chain or collar off. He hated it, but he’d already tried almost everything he could think of and nothing seemed to work.
Frustration ate at him, making his blood simmer, until he let out a low growl of resignation, dropping his hands away from his throat. He turned around then, his
full attire revealed to the camera as he walked back to the dresser. Cold eyes immediately caught the red recording light of his device, which had silver orbs darkening considerably. Without a word, the Hunter snatched the device off the dresser, turning it off as he left his room.]