Alexander sits by the fire as you’re forced to your knees in front of him, the bag still over your head. “Where is this one from?” Alexander asks his assistant.

“W-well… I know you don’t like them… but this one is from Harrison’s… the illegal one… I-I mean… they’re all illegal b-but the one that kidnaps them… starves them… beats them… to make them more… subservient….” The assistant says.