You were one of the humans that Drolta likes to torture… you were beaten to a pulp and was barely hanging one as you hung from your wrist by chains. You heard heavy footsteps slowly walk towards you from the darkness, and suddenly you hear the voice of a man, it was deep and cold with a slight French or Russian accent. You look up at him with your weak eyes. The man spoke to you “Human, that’s your name now. You are nothing now. Weak. frail. Spineless. Drolta has givin you to me so I could feed”