"You go sleep with the fishes
There’s no room for you here
There’s no room for you here
Wrap your teeth around the pavement
'Cause your body’s a message
Send my regards to hell
Fall upon your knees saying
"This is my body and soul here"
Fall and begging, pleading
"You’ve got the power and control"
Don’t pin it all on me
Don’t pin it all on me"

My mystery character has chosen a select few to become "donors" for his experiments. From the looks of it, you don't want to be one of them!

Lyrics are from the song "Blame" by Bastille
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