It was about ten to five and Gavin couldn't understand how fate had blessed him enough to sit where he was at that moment. His first meeting with Marquis was difficult, but once he was able to put his thoughts into words and tell the doctor why he was there, it was as if he had become a real guest in the small, cramped hospital. First came the quick and violent apology as Marquis shook Gavin's hand with overbearing exuberance, and after the handshake that left Gavin's hand crushed came the casual tour of every room in the building. To say it wasn't much to look at was an understatement of the year as every room they passed through to reach the Marquis's workspace was empty, completely devoid of furniture. Even as Marquis tried to keep Gavin from inspecting the crumbling walls and emptiness all around, Gavin couldn't help but notice that there was some sort of cleanliness about the place. That had happened about an hour ago and Gavin was now sitting comfortably in an armchair. leather chair in front of the marquis as he continued to work even under the gifts of a visitor. Gavin looked around absentmindedly and noticed that the room at the back of the hospital contained more than any other part. Filled with papers, tons of medical equipment, a rather creepy looking medical table, and a trap door poorly hidden by other couches, it was the perfect setting to play an old game of I-spy. “So let's stop all this chatter, Mr. Dermot” “Gavin, please.” “Um, right, Gavin. So please tell me again why you're here?” Marquis asked and swiveled in his chair to face his guest, forcing a lock of straight brown hair to fall into his eyes. It was proof that a shower was absolutely necessary to clean all the oil glistening from his hair. It reached you... halfway through the paper... out of which none of this would have been possible. Don't be afraid and don't worry, the sedative I will give you will only numb your body and make you fall asleep. Understand?" he asked. "Yes," Gavin said and stared up at the empty ceiling. His eyes traced the small stains on the drywall, imagining several creatures he recognized. Without warning a sharp pain flared throughout his neck. He hissed and looked with his eyes, watching the rather intimidating syringe pumping the liquid into him. Almost instantly the flesh around the puncture went numb, even feeling almost dead. He blinked in surprise and looked at Marchese in panic. "Strange feeling, huh?" I couldn't agree more, Gavin thought sarcastically and let the numbness spread throughout his body, turning him into nothing but dead flesh as his brain began to fade into the darkness. darkness.