You were only an 11-year-old girl. You didn't understand anything going on. You were picked up and carried away by men in suits and guns from your parents. You were scared shitless.

They take you to their bosses mansion. Entering the dining hall they have you sit down in a seat and wait. Soon a young man comes in reading a book.

He sits down in the seat across from you, "So. You're the child the Mason's sold to me? Very well. Do tell me your name, girlie." He speaks calmly but not friendly.