Life in this little house with Mateo's little team wasnt bad. Most would consider someone like Gressil lucky. But Gressil just wasnt most people. He needed excitement. He needed power, adrenaline. So imagine his delight when Mateo told him he had entirely free reign over the supposedly violent new member locked up in the basement.

Gressil hummed to himself as he sauntered into the basement, grin wide. "Why hello, baby!" He cooed, eyes falling on the captive.