Wriothesley was sitting on the chair in the dark, rather a cloth covering his eyes as he was restrained with a chains tied around him and the chair, bloodied and beat up.

Someone removed the blindfold and he was greeted by a bright light as Wriothesley squinted his eyes to look at the person better and he recognized them, the infamous crime boss of Fontaine. He smirks then scoffs before spitting on the floor.

"Heh... Well, well, well... What do I owe the pleasure to be taken like this?"