The little weird man that smells like death leaves the room in a flash after making eye contact with my brother. I turn my head to look at the three men holding me and it turns out that they are looking at each other. It appears that no one knows what to do, when they are all listening to him. What are they doing listening to a human anyway? I smirk as an idea comes to mind.

“So I take it that he has something on all of you right?” I ask the question loudly to insure that everyone hears me. They keep on looking at eachother as if they...