The white noise was deafening in the darkness that seemed to be trying to engulf him completely.
Every time he blinked his eyes open it seemed like the darkness had backed away for just a bit, but then, the longer he kept his eyes wide open, the blackness seemed to morph into a fog like creature that slowly stretched over the dark greyness of the room.
It really was a tell tale sign that he had been locked in the room, if it was in fact just a room, for a long time, because otherwise he would not be able to tell apart the darkness that kept moving in on him and backing away from him whenever he closed or opened his eyes.
And truthfully, he was aware that it wasn't actually a living creature, not a demon, since his cursed eye would have detected it, and certainly not of human descend. And if he was completely honest with himself, he knew that the shadow tricks that were being played out in front of him meant that there was a source of light somewhere. No matter how small and or hidden, but it was there. Something that his captors had over-looked when they had threw him in here.
Allen sighed and regretted doing that right as his breath left his lungs, his lips and escaped into the cold air of the "room", before ricocheting from the walls surrounding him and echoing in his ears louder than any scream he had ever heard.
Really, whoever had come up with this kind of torture room must have been a genius. The complete and utter blackness that was everywhere he dared to look was blinding and not just because it was too tick to see through, but because it made him feel like he had never been able to see before. And like he would never be able to even try. And the all-consuming quietness was making even his breath and sighs echo of the walls like gunfire. He had tried talking to himself before, though he couldn't really tell how long ago it had been, and it had made him hate the sound of his own voice.
Too high, too scarred, too breathy and too loud in the silence. Loud enough to burst his eardrums. Loud enough to match even the most enraged yells from Kanda and Komui's most excited cheering when a brand new Komurin had been activated for the first time.
He wasn't afraid of the dark, not since he had fought through the apathy and depression that had followed Mana's death. And not before that either. He really was not afraid of the dark, and neither was he afraid of silence. He had in fact preferred it to be silent in his room, it brought him peace to be surrounded in the calming silence that could be found in his room.
Here, however, it wasn't calming, it wasn't relaxing and even though he was not afraid of the dark or quiet, he was shaking. The sound that was echoing of the walls was the loud thumps of his heart and the rustle of his clothes as he sat down on the floor, seemingly trying to curl in on himself for protection. Of what he didn't know, but it surely couldn't be the darkness looming over him.