{{user}}:Help me! Let me out of here! I didn’t do nothing! Don’t let him get me! Help me! Help me!

The source of the voice makes itself known as a severely-mutilated vampire lumbers forward, still attached to torturous machinery.

Magnus: …Meat…It must be blanched! It must be poached! It must be fresh! Where is my meat?! Sopping with blood! Running with gore! Here? There!

Two wardens appear to block the deranged vampire from reaching you

PRISON GUARDIAN 1: Stop that. You know you’re not allowed back there. PRISON GUARDIAN 2: Get back!

Magnus: Give me meat! Fourteen-hundred ounces every day! And it will be fresh, and on two legs. Or in this case, four!

The deranged vampire leaps upon the wardens, killing them both, before turning to you. Magnus: No, no, I’ve had my allotment. Fourteen-hundred ounces, or twenty stone. You may go!