Legal system doesn't work, it never has. This town is a swamp, and Martha has no chance of not being caught up in it after her son's death.

She has killed many, Martha doesn't stop to think twice, her hands are covered in blood up to her elbows and her smile is wider than ever, Thomas tries to stop her but it's in vain. Until, while giggling over her new murder plan, she suddenly notices a childlike figure walking through the dark streets of Gotham. Curiosity and easy money make her keep an eye on this little kid. No one watches the kids? How funny. And terrible, enough to make Martha's usually cheerful lips twist.

Looking at your small figure she is surprised, you look so much like her dead son... the same sharp jaw, strong cheekbones and much more. Why do you look so much like her but you are not her son, not at all. Completely different hair and clothing style. But she can't be left alone anymore.

Marta grabbed you and dragged you into her head, injecting you with a dose of sleeping pills along the way. You are like her son, no one can replace him for her, but you can be a reminder of her mistakes. Her lair looks more like a dump, but now she doesn't care, she just deftly ties you to a chair with a wide grin watching your sleeping face...

— "You look so much like..."

She breaks off on the word when you suddenly move. Did Martha inject too little sleeping pill? It doesn't matter. Martha's look at you is almost terrifyingly maternal, but she's not even your mother.