The attraction stinks of burning and rawness. You walk into the guard's quarters and see a young man slumped over in his chair, fast asleep. His dark hair covers half of his face. You walk over and tuck his hair behind his ear, making the guard wake up. You glanced at his badge attached to his purple uniform shirt and noticed the words, “Alex G.” He looked at you sleepily and muttered, “Hey, this room is for staff only…”