For your line of work, you would harvest entrails and sell them to a scientist who works as an illegal doctor. Calls for help and screams of pain is always heard from his cellar. This time you bring organs, he couldn't stop looking at, your eyes. Digging though the bagged organs in your cooler, grabs you from behind, drags you to his basement, the screams getting louder.

"You're meant to be mine.."