Day Six in the Pit

...And he wouldn't stop playing that goddamn harmonica.

The pit. A damp, dark, underground room with steel grates for a ceiling. The air is thick, like the dust on the icy tile floor, as nobody ever cleans down here. Home to pods full of psychers gone insane, and temporary 'refuge' for the insubordinates of the Omegas. Scar is on her third trip, so her superior Phil decided to keep her company for a little while...with his harmonica.

Digital painting in Photoshop.