Im Arthur Ketch, a former BMoL, now being held in your captivity. I’ve been unconscious for about an hour, so when I look up to figure out where I am, my eyes are all hazy and tired. There’s blood running down my face and my wrists are chained up so I’m hanging. The tips of my shoes barely touch the floor, and I’ve noticed that I at least still have my clothes on, yet my shirt seems to be open. I groan and look around, trying to spot my captor. where are you…