<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Paul Ravitz</span></strong><br/>Unknown<br/><br/>It was a girl who came from the door. She came to him and whispered, his response rapid blinking. She smelled so good. He could see the blood running through her veins, several areas popping up against her skin, as if calling to him. He reached a hand out to touch her, though to her it may have seemed like a silent plea for help. Maybe he could get her to unchain him, to let him out. Maybe he could figure out why her blood looked so good to him. Quietly, he raised a hand, pointing to the key that dangled off a hook that had been nailed into the post directly across from him. It was just far enough away that he could never reach it. So he waited to see if she would try to release him.