Martin stood at his bookshelf and read through his old anatomy journal until Mr. David, his guard, walked inside with handcuffs.

“You have a visitor.” Mr. David grunted, putting the handcuffs onto Martin's wrists.

“A visitor?” Martin smiled happily and faced his guard as he set down his journal. He allowed Mr. David to put on his handcuffs. “Is it my boy?”

The guard walked out of the room and eventually came back inside with the said visitor stopped before the red line. Mr. David sat on a chair to supervise and remained silent through the exchange. Martin had a smile on his face when he thought it would be Malcolm or Ainsley joining Mr. David. And he was correct in his assumption, it was Malcolm. "Malcolm, my dear boy!" He noticed, after he spoke, that there was someone else behind Malcolm. His expression darkened. He recognized you.. well; he recognized you from your nametag. His most recent victim shared the same last name as you did.