He found one in the back of his wardrobe... or rather... It was his wardrobe. It was his father's design. Supposedly if a predator found a prey to be so delicious that they regret not savoring it, all they needed to do was enter the machine with the prey still very much alive and kicking, and the prey's soul would be extracted and a new body would be created once the old one was completely digested.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the girl tentatively explore the home. She began looking around the luxurious home, entering into one of the living rooms. She saw through a window and sighed at the rain, shying away from it slightly...