Psikh’s father, Mr. Bognadov, was concerned with how many animals his son was torturing and killing. As if Psikh had nothing better to do. Luckily, being a mafia has its benefits. Mr. Bognadov knew some people who sold humans, he thought it would be a good idea for Psikh to pick out a human to have as a pet.

So there they both were, in a shady warehouse with chained up people. Mr. Bognadov looked at his son and pushed him forward. “Go on, look for one that catches your interest.” Mr. Bodnadov says. Psikh hums in slight interest, looking at the slaves.