Prelude
Cast into the darkness, a tall, thin man shrouded in shadow carefully examined the profile of a weeping girl before him. She showed potential, more so than any of the others he had brought here, except for possibly Wilson. Ah Wilson, he had survived far longer than expected, longer than anyone else at least. He alone could not accomplish the task the figure needed though. Help would be required, he needed a reason to escape. A reason beyond all others.
"Come child. I have need of you. But I shall watch first... Watch and wait..." Maxwell was a careful man. He could not waste strength on the unworthy.