The footsteps that approached the woman on the floor were slow, cocky in a way for this was his kingdom. A world of darkness and distruction that he ruled with the aid of his young apprentice Paul.

"Vell, vell," the old crooked man spoke once he stopped a couple of steps away from the bleeding girl. "I see that I has a new patient for surely someone who is bleeding should aquire...a doctor's aid?"

Ohhing softly he tsked a little in a mocking sense before he spoke again. "And so horrible a wound to. You vould be highly unwise or stupid to deny such...aid."