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In a dark room filled with medical equipment, Oscar is sat slumped over his body a mixture of red bleeding welts, bruises and gashes. He stares meekly down at the floor not daring to move as the faceless white coats chain him to the chair. A set of equipment has been placed aside for cleaning. Harsh looking blades stained red scattered about as the woman who causes all of Oscar's fears steps into view. "Now. Tell me again one more time. Why you failed." Oscar looks up slightly his gaze not quite making it to her face. "I didn't kill him." "Kill who, 78-55-3?" "Briar." A resounding slap fills the room as without hesitation the woman backhands Oscar across the face. "Again." Oscar's form just slumps as a single tear falls down his face. "Oh dear. It seems we need to reteach you the same lessons you refuse to learn." She gestures to the white coats to continue as she turns and leaves the room. Sounds of Oscar's screams follow behind her as she dials a number into her phone and continues to walk away. "It's me. I want to authorize the controlled release of 78-55-3. He has a dead man to find. My son won't escape me again."