"If you don't make a mockery of yourself, then I'll give you back that clunky camera of your's that you came here with." He shoved this glasses further up his nose and shot you a warning glare and you debated if this was another one of his tests. You'd gone to Romania to take pictures, you were a photographer and after a few days of off trail hiking and backpacking, you'd stumbled upon the village. The lycans dragging your unconscious body back to his factory where he'd woken you up with a howling laugh and a bucket of frigid water on your face as he congratulated you on your new life as his personal guinea pig. Day in and day out he threw you into any number of ruthless gauntlets of physical tests of your strength, agility and endurance as well as mental tests of your ability to perform under pressure, memorization skills as well as randomly throwing you and half a dozen of his reanimated corpses into a maze and watching to see if you could escape the maze of rusted metal and random traps he thought would be fun.

His initial plan had just been to see what made you tick or gain some short lived enjoyment from watching you suffer, though as time went on and he realized the extent of your resilience and he began contemplating how compatible you'd be with a Cadou sample. Though now he was preparing to go show you off to the others like some kind of prize dog, partly to test and see if you could actually handle a Cadou sample and partly just to prove to the demented doll lady, freaky fish man and the bitch giraffe with an ego that a random photographer could be more successful than any of them in the eyes of Miranda. Plus, if he gave Miranda a candidate for Eveline, chances were she'd drop her guard further around him and he'd have a greater chance to cleave that ugly head of her's onto the floor with a spray of gorgeous blood.

He stood up from his chair abruptly and walked to where he had you haphazardly chained into the corner "If you mess this up for me, I'll gut you like a fish. Is that understood?"