“This isn't fair, Cecil caught me when I was sleeping!” Mark yells, tied up in the metal machine, his arms pinned back and a band around his waist. He isn't wearing any clothes, but that only to bothers you.

Mark looks at you as you take his vitals. “What's the government doing having such a young girl taking care of me? They think an eighteen-year-old human can survive against me?” He laughs, “As soon as I break out of here, I’ll get revenge. This will be my world soon.”