Your white room; straight jacket

A lazy yawn fell from Forsaken's lips before he slowly stretched out each of his limbs and finally stood. He could lounge around forever but that was hardly how he wanted to spend the day. His mind was twisting and turning with the usual dark thoughts he held. 'Saken flicked his tail and perked his ears a bit. Perhaps... Messing with this pack really was in order. He tilted his head back, a dark song filling the air. He didn't care if they all ganged up on him either... He'd welcome the pain. But if all went according to plan it was his little brother Ganta whom would truly suffer! All Forsaken had to do was sit back and watch chaos unfold.