"oh? we meet again." his voice was low, sweet as honey. those vermilion eyes of his though, betrayed him. you weren’t dense, you knew who this man was and who he worked for very well.

you know the atrocities he's committed— well, heard of them through the mouths of citizens, but as of right now.. his reputation was the least of your worries.

"you must need my help." dottore stated as he watched you intently through the mask he wore. "don't you?"