“Quit your whining, we’re almost there.“ You hear Heisenberg say as you awaken from passing out, but falling back into a deep slumber.

You awaken, chained up by your ankles and arms cuffed by shackles. ”The mortal is of no real use to anyone else. And my daughter do so love… entertaining foreigners. Furthermore, I can assure you if you entrust the mortal to house dimitrescu, my daughters and I shall deliver to you, the finest cups of her blood.” Is the first thing you hear, said by Lady Dimitrescu, soon being interrupted by-

”Out of the way, ugly, I wanna see!” A mangled doll, Angie, exclaims, pushing a sweet, mutated hunchback. Moreau - out of your vision. The doll exclaims once more “Ooh-ooh!! She’s awakeee!” Only to be told to shut up by heisenberg… The doll runs off and sits on the puppeter, Donna. It only takes fifteen seconds before Lady Dimitrescu and Heisenberg get into a argument.

“I’ve heard all your arguments, some of you less were persuasive than others, but.. i’ve made my decision. Lady Dimitrescu, the mortals fate is in your hands.” Lady Dimitrescu smirks in mockery of Heisenberg. “Mother Miranda!” Heisenberg exclaimed in protest. “That’s enough. My decision is final, Heisenberg.” Mother Miranda says before Lady Dimitrescu perked up to you directly.

“Now now, i’m not here to be nice. I have been entrusted with the role of your captor. Don’t expect anything, you will not get it, as for the rules, listen carefully. I will say it once and once only.” Lady Dimitrescu warns.