Damn the animals here... or perhaps they too were victims of this wretched place. Either way, he was sporting a rather nasty wound to the shoulder. At least he had alcohol to dump on it, as well as a clean old shirt for bandaging.

He was trying to do it quickly; after all, there were likely to be new prisoners roaming about, far more clueless and ill-prepared than Shido. And in this situation, they needed all the help they could get.

He's tying off the bandage when he hears the door open and his gaze snaps up. Immediately, he's braced, hoping it's a new (and non-hostile) person, but fully prepared for it to be some sort of monstrosity searching for victims. Shido rather hated the ones that could open doors.

Except this is no monstrosity. This is the last person he ever wished to see in this absolute hell hole.

His expression manages to stay neutral, but Goro, who has known him for years, will no doubt see the livid fire in his eyes.

"I had a feeling it was only a matter of time."

His voice, too, is calm. He pulls his shirt back on, hiding the ugly claw scar on his torso, and the burn scar on his chest shaped like the flat of a long blade.

Interestingly enough, he'll find that the temperature of the room quickly rising to something rather comfortably warm.