Fritz hand clenched against the wall as the woman spoke, feeling the rough and untreated concrete grains rub against his fingers and tug against his nails. Were they really going to die here? What was the logic in that? What was the point of this entire performance? Fritz had never gone against a law, had never given a reason to be killed. The people running this were obviously unstable, a list of mental illnesses raced past his eyes when he clenched them shut, knowing that the people where unstable would do him nothing in this situation. He was no neogatior or psychologist, he couldn’t figure this out through talking.

	Placing his other hand on the concrete wall Fritz braced himself against it; doing his best to think. Deep breaths in and out, focusing on the stench of vomit coming in and out of his nose; rationality was the only way to combat irrationality so he had to put his fears and doubts aside for the moment. What did he know at the moment? That two people, the male named Professor Perry and a unknown woman, were the ringleaders of the operation. There was also a supposed audience; why would there be an audience of such a large caliber? The prospect of having a large amount of unstable people in one place is as unlikely as it is daunting. They must have been organized from around the country, maybe even around the world over the dark web and various unsavory fetish sites. How did the police not get a hold of this?! There was-

	The woman, the one who said they would  “will probably die anyway", was talking again. Focusing on her instead of his internal analysis to see what she has to say. It was as if her emotions had done a complete one eighty from moments before to now. Her aura was intimidating, causing Fritz to take a step closer to the wall. Watching her for a moment he questioned her motives, what good would it do if anyone had any self-defense training? It was improbable that any of the people running the “show” would even enter the same room as them; and while more likely, the chance of grunts coming to attack them was still questionable. “Why do you ask?” Was his quiet reply.