Flashback.

Writer sentiment.

“Slave, slave. I hear a loud scream and I rasped. I turn around on the bare, cold floor and glared at my master, Mr. Drake. I was still half asleep. I glanced at him again, glancing at his scorching furious look. I am fully awake now.

“Yes, Master, what can I do for you? I asked him, shuddering, knowing he was probably here to torture me. The scene, how Mr. Drake killed Mr. David, still appears in my mind. It was disastrous. The blood. The dead body and how he was burned after he was killed. Mr. Drake is a monster.

“I am here to compile what...