Alistair. Why is our guest tied up? Release him? Now? Are
you all right, sir? I apologize for our impropriety. Oh fucking dare
you? My society won't take kindly to this. Who the hell are you?
I've come to Manchester to see how I can help people are dying.
Let me go, and I'll tell you whatever you want makes no difference to
me. I'll get you killed anyway. Perfect. How about we go somewhere
a nice perhaps dinner and a drink here and now I never see your face
again. Deal? Deal, you appear to have failed. I hear there
are supernatural events and rumors of unexplained death. Two years ago, the ny
creatures decided to start killing each other, probably overpower. Just left their mortal
victims even more hurt. Summoned something from beyond our world to end that war.
It just attracted more of them than The wound got bigger within the herd.
The things to watched chaos in the streets. Eventually I watched two demons
thousands of years old burst into flames in the street. Yes, but there's
something news. I'd love to hear you explain how otherwise healthy people end up
dead with no medical diagnosis. I don't know what it is. People lose
their energy and they disappear. Then they're fan dead, no connection between them.
That's just the mark you're saying. It's real. I've seen lurif photos,
but I can't make anything of it. There's got to be a reason
they're all found with the same dark mark on their palm. There's nothing you
can do against the inevitable except what you can't change and move on. My
new organization will be better than that. Death is no stranger to me,
and I will avert it. We will fix this and what organization is that?
Thank you very much for talking to me. I'm sure you'll find out
who we are soon enough. Alista, please escort mister Stagg back to his
home. If you won't be able to make a scratch without my help,
you'll get sucked dry by fucking leeches.