A/n: in the story there are so called witnesses. During the war, people were held in prisons by clusters, so if I say witness's POV, it would necessarily mean someone who is watching and has a role on the story which will be unfolded as the story resumes.

Numbers are the names of the guards.

Chapter one: unidentified staring object (witness1's POV)

I can see only a little light out of the window. Seeing just a bit of light makes me feel like a person locked like a criminal on a mental institute. The cell's dark and insanitary. No food and water and we're almost about to reach a week without those things, it's a miracle I'm alive and still speaking (or at least thinking). I don't know why but strangely my cellmate (who does not speak at all), doesn't feel the pain I feel.

His skin still glows like satin in the dark. His brown eyes remained clear from dirt and tears and his state shows that he's not affected by the tortures at all. His clothes are not stained even though the place is in bad shape.

What is this guy, some kind of alien that changed its form to human to spy over this world and conquer us?

Perhaps, I'm just hallucinating, just imagine, almost a week without water! Oh, it's still unexplainable in science that I'm still thinking normally right now, or am I?

Then, I suddenly hear from outside footsteps… Silent footsteps but not sneaky, so obviously it's the guards; they're just the one who's watching over the place, no one else.

I hear them talk to themselves, a few days back I hear them chuckling about the tortures that they do to my other companions on the other cells, but now they're rarely laughing.

So, they're not laughing and the torture is even more horrible than ever, what's wrong now?

I slowly placed my ears at the tiny crack in the wooden door of the cell. (Yeah, strangely it's wooden)

I hear the three guards speaking towards one another about something serious. I listen closely as I notice my cellmate pay attention to what I was doing.

"We've tried starving it, dehydrating it; it still remains in the same state however." I hear one say.

"What do you mean 'it'?" another man asked.

"I don't really know if it's a guy or a girl." The one who spoke earlier answered.

Oh, they're referring to him.

"Why don't we just hand him to the boss or something, I'm sure that would scare him."

"I know, it's not going to work, four's inside the cell watching after him, but he reports nothing's happening." A third voice appeared.

"I thought four got fired and will be executed two days from now?"

I hear my warden name being mentioned. Of course, I wasn't to be executed, I was only asked to watch over this guy and to be used as a reference of this guy really bears days without water. And strangely he does.

"Do you think he's actually a spy or a robot sent by the United States or the Soviet Union?" the guard thought to themselves.

If this task is over, these three guards will suffer because they put me in here.

"For how many days has he been held captive again with that kind of treatment?" the second asked.

"Almost a week, sir," The third one told him, shaking the bunch of keys on his waist. "You know, if he's not a threat why don't we just dispose him, yes?" the first one snatched the keys out of the third guard's hand.

"Well, there's that but its better that we bring him to our boss, we can't decided on our own, can we?"

I know they're coming near our cell so I depart from the door and return to my bed. The silent man, who was only watching me a while ago, now stood up and looked out of the window with that blank stare of his.

"Anything will do. It's just creepy having to see his expressionless features staring at me!" the first man, arranges the keys and turns around to see the prisoner staring at them with a blank look through the window of the room.

"So, it's settled we're bringing him out to our boss. Ah wait, 1 and 2 can I ask another question?"

"What is it 3?"

"Well, the guy that we'll bring to the office, he's not a Jew right?"

"Well he's not wearing the same old garbs they wear. He doesn't seem like one either." 2 replied.

Guard 3 knocks to the door and whispers gently, "Let us in please."

The man staring blankly at the window stares to the door next then stood up and opened the door. "Do we have to tie him up?" guard 3 asked his companions.

"He doesn't seem like a threat, but maybe we should handcuff him."

The man still stares blankly at them and looks away disinterestedly, making 3 conclude, "Let's not do that, he's not interested in escaping anyway."

So they let him go first, telling him to go straight while I sneak out of our cell to ask my fellow companion from the other cells if they're receiving the same treatment.

Did you figure out what I was a while ago? I'm a line break! meanwhile (no POV of witness)

"You go meet boss, I'm leaving." Guard 3 didn't even give guard two a chance to retort or say a word. "That git," Guard 2 glared at the retreating figure.

They entered the place, as the man retained the blasé expression on his face. The man looking on the large arch window senses that someone was there to see him. He turns around, making a circle on the fur carpet below him.

He looked at the three. The guards took one step back but the man didn't.

"Oh, it's the prisoner. What a lovely surprise." England examined the man across him closely as he looked like he was well-fed, clothed and bathed.

Like as if he was never held captive for almost a week in an unsanitary cell without food and water.

"Sir you can have him!" guard 1 blurts out. Guard 2 convey a sigh and rephrases it. "What he meant was you have the full control over him."

The guy looked at Arthur, blinking every other minute. Neither happy nor sad his conveyed nothing but pure nothingness. He never said something in front of the man.

But then for the first time he talked at the back of his head but refused to say it in front of Arthur.

Oh, and another guy.