The simple white room was filled with hushed whispers among staff members as a single person was dragged to the center of the room. They were all discussing what to do with them, when Father Way walked in.

Everyone went quiet immediately, even the victim, who had their arms bound behind their back.

Father Way's eyes lit up as he saw them. He began to speak, dominating the room. "Ah, I see we have our first pupil here at The Light. How wonderful." He delivered that last line flatly.

Slowly, he approached the victim, gently lifting their chin with his finger so their eyes would meet.

"You will be melted like gold, a shell of your former self ... and remade into something of value." He smiled. An eerie smile.