Wilson sees a man crouched in a thorny chair, it looks like he fainted from impotence and fatigue. The young man frees the tall one with the help of a mechanism, but the man seems to have only pretended, he finally frees himself from the shadow shackles, deftly putting Wilson on a thorny chair with a slight movement of his thin hand.

"I'm finally free!" Maxwell takes Wilson by the chin, lifting the young man's face for a better look. Dark tentacles creep under Wilson's clothes, touching the thin pale skin.

"Why are you trembling, listen to the music of the gramophone, you'll go crazy so fast that.." Maxwell snuggles his crooked nose into Wilson's neck. Tentacles stroke Wilson's dark oily hair, caressing them gently, seemingly without owner's approval