The strikers’ truck arrived in front of a white dome. They dragged me inside as a woman with black hair walked up to us.

“You must be the person to thank.”

“For what?”

“For giving us our memories back.”

“Why is that a good thing?”

“Because your kind don’t deserve to live. Plus, I have a job again now.”

“That may be good for you but, it means my kind is no longer safe from harm.”

“True. But I'm just glad that no one can say that the Bloodbringer is crazy anymore.”

“True. But I can’t ever guess what you people plan to do with me.”

“Oh believe me you’ll find out soon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The lady whistled loudly as two strikers appeared.

“Men take him to the initiation room.”

The strikers dragged me to a small tent. They locked me down to a chair as an old tv was put in front of me. I looked at and a small black man appeared on the screen.

“My name is General Ellison. All cithians are jerks and assholes. They say their lives are hard from the minute t