He sits at his desk, staring at the wall before his door is pushed open and a two guards walk in, dragging a person behind them. They tell him that they found you digging in the dumpster behind the building. Your clothes were torn and you didn't have shoes on, you looked like you needed a bath. He frowns, inhaling your scent, under the dumpster juice and body odour he could smell your blood. He hadn't fed in a few days so he figured he'd drink from you and bribe you. He sends the guards away