Gradually he awoke, he climbed out of the bed to see a guard stood by his door. He sighed and walked over and allowed the handcuffs to be put on. After that he was brought to the cafeteria. He picked up a steak and placed it on a plate and followed his guard to his seat. Sitting down he realised he had been sat by most of the other patients and not by himself like he preferred. His single white glove was unusual. On the back of his hand was Kanji for death touch. He had especially requested it andsurprisenly they allowed it. Mainly as it meant that he could not touch others. 

He silently ate his meal as he looked around. He saw one girl, it looked like she was walking towards him. As she neared, he expected her to attack him, to drive a blade into his neck. He closed his eyes and braced for the pain. But just felt her carry on walking. He cut his steak and lifted a piece to his mouth. He saw the saw them, crawling down his fork. Millions of them crawling up towards him. He heard the stainless steel clatter on the floor. He finally brough himself to look down. To see a piece of steak, nothing but a piece of steak and a fork lodged through it.