Kristoff's eyes opened into blinding red. He blinked and looked around. Where was he?

He remembered falling...but....

"Hello....Kristoff....."

The voice pierced into his skull. It was...it was horrible. It had a human tone to it that was deep and commanding but there was another layer that was smug and jeering. It disoriented him and he was already disoriented.

"Who's there?!" He demanded.

"Kristoff don't you recognise the voice....the voice of the man who caused your pain...who killed your precious Roth....."

Kristoff blinked and looked around.

"Where are you?!" He demanded. The room was tight and small and he couldn't see anything outside of a row of bright red monitors. He couldn't move at all. Each monitor had a picture of an eye on it.

"I've....been watching you.....Kristoff.....all of you actually...."

He hesitated.

"Why aren't you trying to stop us?"

There was a laughter. It hissed out in the two tone voice.

"Little rats don't need stopping.....they need killing......"
"But where's the fun......in the kill......I can kill so easily.....Kristoff......"
"Just like father.....Roth.......he died.....like a bitch......."

Kristoff grimaced. He wouldn't give into these games.

"The....fun is in.....the chase.....it always was....."

Kristoff sighed.

"What do you want from me?"

"What I want......is for you to......do a little task....."
"...it won't be hard.....I'm dropping a box full of.....goodies....."
".......pick them up......they will help you....."

Kristoff laughed.

"I doubt that."

"The box contains.....communication.......information exchange.......and a very useful.....defensive weapon....."
"It looks like you need it.......Kristoff......"

Kristoff grimaced again.

"The box will be placed.....One East.....two North.....pick it up for me........Kristoff......"

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