"Jane, what Alan is wasn't mine to tell," Alex told her. "You saw how fragile he is. In fact, for years he was hated for being a Syker, without even realizing what it meant." He sighed. "So, sorry I didn't tell you. But the reason I didn't tell you was because I'd be betraying his trust if I did tell you, after what I saw when you joined our group, I know how much trust means to you." Having said his piece, he also began looking for the bandit leader.<br/>---<br/>"Chain him up," the woman ordered, bandits immediately doing as she commanded. Alan was now in a jail cell of some sort, chained to the wall.<br/>There was one other person in the room, also trapped in the same manner. He was about Alan's age, of average height and a little on the skinny side. His short disheveled hair was, oddly enough, pure silver in color. Cracking open a brown eye, he sighed at what he was seeing. "Well, shit," he muttered. His clothes were not exactly in the best shape, probably because of the fact he'd been stabbed at least once a day ever since he was captured.<br/>"Quiet," the woman said. "They're ready for you, boss."<br/>A rather large man walked in, a spear held over his shoulder. "Good, good. With this, my power should skyrocket."