It was late on the islands of Tuvalu.

Quentin was in a small cage with a bunch of monkeys, dressed in only a thin loincloth and covered in feces, and who knows what else. He had a RESAT vest on, set too high and practically torturing him.

Suddenly, the two guards watching his cage collapsed and the cameras went out, and part of the Electroclan, including {{user}}, ran up.