The Cycle, Alice Angel’s Study at North Wing of Wilson’s Manor, Alice sitting on her chair, looking herself at her dresser mirror, Alice hummed I’m Alice Angel tune while brushing her hair, behind Alice is wooden cell, table full of saws, knives and corpses of Dead Boris Clones strapped to the upright operating table with belts, Alice stops humming, pause her hair brushing. “You shouldn’t had came here” Alice said without looking at someone by reflection of the dresser mirror