March 9th, 2010;
Somewhere in United Kingdom
The year before Nicholas "Nick" Burkhardt.
There was a young woman of around 27 walking down a hallway with her hands tied behind her back with a thick rope.
There were two men either side of her, both with a tattoo of a shield on the right side of their necks. They were both 'pets' of the corrupted Grimm who killed criminal Wesen and experimented on innocent ones. The man on the young woman's right was a Coyotl and the one on her left was possibly another one of the Grimm's experiments, it looked like something crossed between a Abartige Aasfresser and a Weten Ogen, but no one expect him and the Grimm knew, not even his partner was told. The Coyotl leaned down and whispered in the womans ear, "The Grimm will be happy to see you, we haven't been able to find a law-abiding Pflichttreue for a while, they seem to have a thirst for the criminal's life in Britian." The Coyotl placed a hand on the woman's cheek and continued speaking in hushed tones. "You didn't think we'd find you, did you? Why did you turn down the job on the council? They would have protected you from the Grimm, protected you from us." The other Wesen gave the Coyotl an unnerving stare before he started to speak, his voice somehow comforting, "Lucian, that's no way to treat our guest." He paused, a disturbing grin on his face. "Or at least untill she gets to the Grimm, I mean." The woman had to bite down on her lip to stop herself shouting out a snarky remark. After half an hour of wallking down the colourless, insipid hallway, the woman was dragged into a room with a throne that was made out of what looked to be red quartz. The two men by the woman's shoulder took three steps away from the her and bowed as a man walked in, he was wearing a mask similar to the Wesenrein's Gleichheit, or maybe it was a Gleichheit, the woman couldn't tell from this distance. The masked man sat down on the red quartz throne and grinned, placing a hand on his knee. "Make it Woge!" The masked man, the Grimm, yelled "And do it now." The Cotoyl that escorted the young woman walked up to her and grabbed a knife from his boot and walked towards the Pflichttreue. She stared at the knife-wielding Wesen and growled, white and black fur forming, white being the main colour and black being spots.
She began to Woge