HELLS GRACE

Part 1

One great perk about being a dungeon core was that I didn’t need sleep.

At least not in the traditional sense or what humans usually do.

I still needed to rest, which was different from being unconscious for several hours. I was still aware of my surroundings. I could still smell the fresh breeze wafting from the mountains and into the forest. Hear the insects crawling through the vegetation and felt the animals wandering out and about within my domain. The funny thing about animals was that they never reacted to my presence all that much.

I could tell they knew I was there, floating around and inspecting my area, except when I’m in what I call the hungry mode. They tended to steer clear of me, especially with what happened with Leo and the others last night. They returned with greater numbers once morning came, and the dust had settled. I reckoned they felt more protected when they were in my presence. I couldn’t extract the essence from them (only humans or sapient beings), so they weren’t threatened by me at all.

When I’m resting, it’s like sitting on the beach under a comfortable breeze and staring at the horizon and the ocean’s expanse for four hours. Even though I looked like a rock, I am still an intelligent sapient being, and every creature in the universe acquired its way of resting, be it to relax or take a mental break.

I had been active for more than twenty-four hours straight, which took a toll on me. After purchasing a “cleaning fee” for my dungeon and watching all the broken pieces put themselves back together by magic, a four-hour break would suffice to replenish my powers and wait for the dungeon’s cooldown effects to die.

My monsters were technically considered creatures (who needed rest), and I had to manage their downtime, too. That was easier said than done.

From what I learned from the system (always helpful and yet cryptic at the same time), monsters needed three things in my dungeon to make them happy:

1. Shelter.

2. Meet their standard needs (i.e., food, water, security).

3. Mental stimulation.

It’s like managing a bizarre and macabre zoo, really. Each exhibit is deadlier than the last. What’s more, not all monsters were the same. For instance, the demon didn’t require food, drink, or sleep to survive. But the body it possessed needed those things, and that’s when I found Demon Maxine rummaging through the empty cabinets, the pantry, and the refrigerator for food. I had to use my crystals to purchase basic “Earthly” foods, which surprisingly cost me only ten crystals.

[Are you sure you want to purchase food for the dungeon?] The system asked me one time.

“Why not?” I asked back.

But the system did not reply to my query. I probably thought I was insane to put such wasteful items in my dungeon. After all, I’m a gem that fed on essence instead of organic materials. It already considered all the furniture and other aesthetics I put into the cabin as a drain to my resources, expecting me to buy multiple deadly contraptions, monsters, and hard-to-solve puzzles.

Instead, I bought another couch, a beautifully-carved bed frame with woodland motifs, and a bunch of groceries.

Demon Maxine made some mac n’ cheese out of a box for breakfast and returned to her den, the ritual room in the cellar (where my dead body currently resided). She probably found it comforting to be surrounded by all that demonic shit and the infernal sigils she drew earlier. Feels like home, perhaps? I didn’t know if demons or any of these archetype monsters ever get homesick, but I was too afraid to ask. It seemed too personal of a question.

I also revamped the ritual chamber by adding a thirty-foot-long narrow corridor between it and the cellar, which had an incline leading into the room. I also made the chamber more prominent, adding another three hundred-square-foot to the original plan. I’ve also included a recessed area in the central chamber where the ritual circle was, requiring any delver to reach my body to climb down these cobbled gothic steps with gargoyles on the railings from the mezzanine (where the entrance was).

Plus, watching the ground part, reform, and alter with just one thought was something to behold. I could basically rearrange the earth! If one room wasn’t to my liking, I could “bulldoze” it and make it look like it was never there. It alleviated my fear of causing a section of the forest to collapse into the space I had left.

What’s funny was that excavating land (by extending a hallway) was much more expensive than buying furniture.

For the final product, the ritual chamber looked like one of those cheesy secret society assemblages in the movies. The ones you’d find beneath an old cathedral with rustic, worn-down pillars, creepy paintings plastered on the walls of their ancestral members, and lots of candles around a slab of rock where you’d sacrifice a virgin (in this case, my body was currently laying on it). Whenever I came here, I expected black-robed figures from the alcoves, chanting an ancient language I didn’t know.

It was the first proper and more traditional dungeon I’ve ever created, as it was entirely built underground.

It also served as a decoy room. If the delvers or the cultists happened to know that a magical gem imbued the area with magic and the monsters currently hellbent on killing them, they might suspect I am hiding inside that ritual chamber.

Well, the joke’s on them.

I also dug three tunnels connected to a large main corridor, which would ultimately lead back to the cellar.

The sizeable main corridor, which I labeled on the system as Vein A, was a straightforward route connecting the cellar to an exit door at the bottom of the cliff near Trail C, camouflaged to look like just part of the cliff’s facade. Taking thirty more steps to the left, a delver would end up on the lake’s shore next to the boathouse.

The first tunnel off from the main corridor, let’s call it Branch A, was another way out of the cellar. It was a half-mile-long tunnel where a delver had to climb a wooden ladder and find a trap door, opening/exiting near Trail B.

…And closer to Old Growth’s den.

Am I being too mean, letting a delver raise their hopes that they’ve escaped the cabin’s clutches? And then only to end up in the belly of a beast where the likelihood of survival was low? I was building it as a guaranteed deathtrap for Hodge and his goons.

Old Growth’s abode turned into a boggy section of the woods (and fire-resistant) because Demon Maxine translated that Oldie had a strong affinity to that particular environment. I’ve also reconstructed the trees around there, making them extra creepy with their jagged and twisty soot-stained branches, dead wood, fake animal bones stuck in the mud, and a permanent trail of mist always lingering two inches off the ground. Unfortunately, the mist was only there for aesthetics and didn’t help lower a delver’s Resolve, but it aided with increasing Dread.

As I said earlier, the monsters required care, and I noticed a drastic improvement in Old Growth’s morale and behavior over the past few hours since I overhauled his den and gave him something to do to pass the time. Since Oldie was a Plant archetype, it consumed nutrients by being near water, siphoning nutrients from the soil, and would perch on the upper canopy to bask under the sun. I would often find the creature up there for several hours, returning to the ground with the energy of a hundred men.

Branch B was different because it was built to be hidden from the delvers.

I built a separate second cabin a mile away into the woods from the main cabin, hidden by foliage and thickets while still being closer to Trail A and the Dungeon Core Tree. It didn’t look as aesthetically pleasing as the main cabin, like an ordinary log cabin in the woods that a huntsman might have built long ago. It only had two rooms: the small bedroom big enough to shove a twin bed and the living space/bathroom/kitchen area. A trap door from the latter led down to another cellar connected to Branch B.

This was Goliath’s home.

Branch B also had a dozen alcoves and exit ports where ladders led to the surface, allowing Goliath to teleport anywhere in my domain without running through the woods. Found a delver scurrying along one section of the area? All the Goliath had to do was get into Branch B and make a shortcut to the delver. It helped that his fox mask allowed him to locate the delver quickly.

Since Goliath was human, he required food, water, and sleep as a normal human would. After the killings (and once his cabin was built), Goliath immediately went to sleep until one PM when he brought out the fishing poles I gifted him (Demon Maxine, acting as my go-to translator, learned that Goliath loved fishing). He walked toward the boathouse and started fishing on the docks for an hour. He quickly caught four rainbow trouts, which he fillets and deboned in under five minutes with precision, got back to his cabin, and started grilling them with salt, lemon, and black pepper. He paired it by opening a can of corn and instant mashed potatoes from the main cabin’s pantry.

He sat on the table and ate his meal silently, removing his fox mask and letting it rest beside the plate.

I floated closer, curious about what this human—who teleported when I summoned him—looked like.

And he looked…real. Like he had a past. Like he had somewhere to go back to. Goliath was a man in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, with a clean-shaven face, black hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin as if he had spent his time under the sun (a desert, perhaps?). He removed the trench coat, let it hang on the chair he sat on, and pulled the tie loosely around his neck. I noticed the tattoos peeking half an inch just above the collar.

Who are you?

After eating his late lunch, Goliath went to the bathroom to wash himself from the grime and dirt over the past day and wash off the blood of those he killed. He removed the tie, suit, and dress shirt, letting it hang on hooks by the cubby. Surprisingly, Goliath looked quite beefy with a few tattoos (that I never gave him) plastered on his body.

And then there were the scars. Healed bullet holes. Stab wounds. Burn marks. Goliath looked like he went through hell.

I recognized one particular tattoo on his right shoulder was a bone frog, which typically honored a fallen soldier—a fallen SEAL.

“Did you serve in the military?” I blurted out.

Goliath paused, washing his face over the sink, and looked at me. He made a curt nod before he applied soap and continued washing.

“So…you had a life before this? Before I summoned you?”

Goliath gave me a soapy thumbs up.

I froze. “Fuck! I didn’t kidnap you, did I? Do you have a family waiting for you out there? They must be worried sick!”

Goliath waved his hand—No.

“How come you can’t talk? Or maybe you can’t talk before?”

Goliath grabbed a towel from the cubby and patted his face dry. He regarded me once again and sighed. He gestured, writing on a pen…or signing something.

“A contract?”

Goliath nodded.

“And you accepted it.”

Goliath nodded again.

“Oh.”

Thinning his lips, Goliath wrote something on the fogged-up bathroom mirror. Don’t worry. No family, it said on the surface.

“Why did you accept my summoning you?”

For the first time, I saw Goliath smile. He walked out of the bathroom and picked up a pen and paper.

He wrote, “Long time ago.”

“You accepted the contract a long time ago?”

He nodded.

“And you’ve been waiting since then.”

He nodded again. He started writing. “No dungeon summoned me. No dungeons on Earth? Maybe all gone.”

“Is that possible? I can’t be the only one.” I immediately thought about my rankings. There were a lot of zeros for just one measly dungeon existing on this planet, let alone within ten light-years. How big is the universe, exactly?

“You are the first I met. Demon might know more.” Goliath gave me a slight, innocent shrug.

“You didn’t answer my question earlier.”

Goliath smiled again and only wrote three words:

Stolen story; please report.

Purpose.

Power.

Blood.

I left the Goliath to shower in privacy and returned to the main cabin, teleporting to the cellar and following along Vein A, where I took a hard left into Branch C. It was nearing three PM, and I couldn’t wait to get my plans rolling.

Unlike the others, Branch C was a continuous corridor that extended down and exited into the natural caverns I found half a mile underneath my domain—an unexplored cave system.

The cave system comprised about twelve chambers connected by naturally-formed passageways that were sometimes narrow or wider depending on which section I floated into. Plus, all of it was within my area of influence. Only three of these chambers were large enough to fit at least six houses worth of space. Seven of these chambers were closer to the lake’s bottom, which caused the water to seep and trickle down to form an underwater river and flood these chambers from ancient lava tubes. Of the seven, about four were wholly submerged underwater.

Branch C exited out into Alpha Chamber, one of three large caverns in the system, half-submerged by water (the other ones were Beta and Gamma Chambers). It formed a large beach right where the tunnel exited; the other half of the cave was a black pit of dark water where an underwater passageway connected it to the next chamber.

The demon’s lit lantern was the only light source in the cavern, her laugh echoing across the space. It was joined by another feminine giggle, followed by a splash from the water when I approached. The demon noticed my presence and let out a wide grin.

“Ah! My liege! You’re here just in time! Siren has told me many ideas about what to do with these caves. She discovered there are plenty more passageways connecting to more caverns all the way to the mountains!”

THE SIREN

Dread Score: 6/10

Creature Type: Fae

Cooldown: 1 week

Special Traits

Merfolk Physiology I

The monster has adapted to live in water, and for a limited duration, on land. The monster has a body of a humanoid (selection: Human Female) and a fish's lower body, allowing it to swim at greater speed and breathe underwater. The monster has an enhanced lung capacity, can endure extreme water pressures and high temperatures, and can perceive its senses in greater detail while in the water, even in pitch darkness. Merfolks are carnivorous compared to other water creatures.

The merfolk can transform into a humanoid of the core’s choice (selection: Human Female) and can stay on land for 1 hour. After using this ability, the merfolk cannot transform back into a humanoid for the next 24 hours.

Additional levels can add more merfolk abilities to the monster and increase the duration to stay longer on land.

(Requirement [check]: Dungeon must be within 1 mile of a water source, the minimum average depth of 25 feet, and 50,000 acre-feet of water volume)

Luring Voice I

The monster emits a hauntingly beautiful enchanting song capable of luring a delver of the monster’s choice who hears it from 250 feet away from the monster’s location. A delver who hears the song is entranced, incapable of hearing anything else, or snapped out of their daze unless their Resolve increase. The voice can affect a maximum of 2 delvers at a time (Resolve requirement: 2)

Water Manipulation I

As fae monsters, they can shape, create, and manipulate the properties of water and can change them from one solid state to another (i.e., ice shards, steam, water vapor, etc.). The monster can create 1 hydrokinetic construct or affect 53 cubic feet of water with a maximum volume of 1,500 Liters.

Construct Duration: 1 hour.

Area Manipulation Duration: 6 seconds - 1 hour.

Additional levels can increase the maximum duration.

Siren was the only monster I hardly interacted with since I created her last night. Being a water creature where most delver attacks were on land, she was relegated to staying in the water, keeping watch for any delver who might try to escape by the lake. She almost got a kill out of Eddie last night, but his Resolve never went down to Red, much to her frustration. She was a good sport about her failure. It was probably why Demon Maxine was here in the caverns to keep her company. Always being with humans (and possessing them), the demon had a knack for team-building, as if she could sense the Siren was getting lonely.

After all, the entire cave system was Siren’s lair. That might change once I add more underground or water creatures to keep her company. Maybe she won’t get lonely after that.

“But she can’t explore that far, given your borders are still far from reaching it. Who knows what lies within those caverns,” the demon continued.

“Is that so?”

Siren nodded. “Passageways as narrow as a child, lord dungeon,” she said in a beautiful, almost angelic voice. That’s the thing about Siren. I did not give her the normal Speech trait, but instead a Luring Voice. She had to sing what she had to say. I like the variety of tunes she produces whenever I speak to her. Sometimes it’s a melancholic ballad, vague pop music, or when she’s happy, an upbeat rock or gospel. This time, she made it sound almost like a Broadway musical.

I moved closer to the edge of the beach where Maxine was standing. Scouring quickly through the system, I purchased glowing mushrooms for a hundred crystals and scattered them around the large cavern, illuminating the space in dim greenish light. They latched onto the walls with an iron grip. These mushrooms didn’t grow here on Earth, coming from somewhere I didn’t even know. I saved up some to distribute across the other caverns, maybe even in the passageways in the future.

As the shadows retreated, I finally got a good view of the Siren.

Though I could change what a monster would wear (like Goliath’s trench coat, suit, and tie ensemble), I had no say in their physical appearance. It was left to the core system on how it interpreted the three traits I gave the monsters to something monstrous…or, in this case, beautiful.

Siren had smooth pale skin with a permanent translucent sheen as if her flesh sparkled under the dim light. She had fiery long red hair, green eyes, and a large bluish-green tail with a U-shaped fin that would sparkle under the sun. She’s the typical early-twenties woman you’d find at a Southern California beach, basking near the waters. She didn’t wear a top (or a seashell bra, like in some animated movie), and though she had breasts, she didn’t have nipples or even a belly button. Criss-crossed on the sides of her upper torso were soft gills that allowed her to breathe in the water.

As a [Fae] archetype, she had a passive ability for exotic beauty compared to the demon’s passive ability of infernal malice, which helped with scaring the fuck out of delvers and diminishing their Resolve. Since I am a dungeon core, Siren always showed up with a dull purple glow around her head because of the illusionary magic she projected for a calming presence. Eddie was too smart for his own good when Siren tried it on him, causing him to swim away. It probably didn’t help that Siren used that effect in the wrong situation with Eddie alone in the middle of the pitch-dark lake.

Siren scooped up some magical glowing mushrooms dangling near the waters and placed them in a small sack. “For my lair,” she said.

“I can purchase more glowing mushrooms if the dark bothers you, Siren,” I said.

“I appreciate the comfort it will give me, your eminence, when you bestow it,” Siren sang happily.

“Well, I’m glad you think so. I’ll put some light fixtures in your den, Siren.”

I made a mental note to distribute the leftover glowing mushrooms around her den, three caverns from where Alpha Chamber was, completely submerged underwater. For a delver to reach it, they had to have scuba gear (and probably years of underwater cave diving experience). It was the most protected area in the dungeon, barring the Dungeon Core Tree. I had a few surprises in store there for any delver who might stumble upon it.

“What brings you down here, my liege?” The demon asked.

“How’s our prisoner?”

“Leo’s sleeping like a baby. I suffused him with some demonic essence to keep him unconscious for a while. Don’t you worry.”

“Huh. Where’d you get that?”

“I’m a demon, lord dungeon. Although not as powerful as yours, we can still acquire magic outside your parameters. Since Leo is already unconscious, it’s pretty easy to cast a spell on him to keep him under for a little while. Though, that might not hold for long. Out here in the mortal realm, my arcane abilities are weaker. I tied him up just in case.”

“Oh. Good. Well, it’s almost three PM,” I reminded her. “Is the message ready?”

“It’s all drafted in here.” The demon pulled out Maxine’s phone from her pocket. “Not long now.”

“You might have to be on the surface for it to send.”

“You humans and your freaking signals and technology.” The demon smiled and hugged Siren. “Alrighty, fishy. I’ll talk to you later. Same day tomorrow? I can bring you a picture book of Earth’s continents, and we can read that together.”

Siren smiled. “Hearts and love; love and hearts,” she sang.

I suspected Siren wasn’t from Earth either, even though she looked human (from the top). Earth wasn’t really a dungeon destination by most adventurers anyway, and I doubted the monsters’ souls flocked over here in droves.

How many archetype souls are currently lingering around my dungeon?

I accompanied the demon to the cellar, discussing our plans when the cultists arrived at the cabin. I wanted to alert them at three PM because it was closer to sunset. During last night’s incident, I realized darkness had played a big part in shedding Leo and his friends’ Resolve; the creepier, the better. I wanted to replicate the environment. All the monsters already knew their jobs, and it helped that I had a demon to plan them. A demon’s cunning and knack for diabolical scares were a bottomless pit of ideas. After all, the Possessing Demon probably had centuries, maybe millennia, of knowledge from Hell to pull from.

The cellar had changed since last night, too. Instead of a bare room, I purchased props to fill it out with abandoned or rotting furniture, plywood, random items, and various odd trinkets tucked away by the “owner” of the cabin. The dust settling on them was a nice touch to add to the room’s aesthetic. Hopefully, that would increase Dread and make the delver uncomfortable or fearful if they enter the cellar.

I had also reset the traps across the cabin, ensuring the windows were now hard to break. I learned my lesson from Leo’s antics. Sure, it’ll take a few hits to break the glass, but all it would take for a monster was one hit.

I expanded the main cabin with three new rooms. I added a second floor which became the loft, where the new master bedroom was located, along with its own private bathroom and a narrow balcony overlooking the cliff (and the lake beyond). Below, I added the third—and much more spacious—room as a small library between the kitchen/living area and the mud room. There was an old Rosewood upright piano against the far wall, flanked by three bookcases on each side filled with all the classics and other books I could think of. Two lounge couches faced each other with a coffee table in the middle.

I even added personal touches like portraits sprinkled around the house of a typical family of five.

Leo did mention the lack of pictures around the cabin was weird. Their faces were tweaked manually, of course. It depicted a biracial family with three children ranging from fourteen to as young as seven. I also added artwork around the cabin so that the family’s picture wasn’t constantly suffocating the place wherever you look. Pretty pictures like flowers, mountains, and other basic shit to make a house look, well, pretty.

It was here the demon took out her phone and laid down lazily on the lounge chair. She grabbed one of the throw pillows and put it over her chest as she stared at the screen for a couple of minutes, watching the clock tick by until it hit three PM.

The demon smiled and hit send.

“There. Done,” she said and let out a demonic cackle. “Now, we wait.”

I peered at the phone’s screen just before it disappeared.

It was a simple message. A picture of my body surrounded by the ritual circle followed by a brief text: Come find me, and included the cabin’s geolocation.

“How many do you think they are?” I asked. “Ashley and Adam were not present during my murder, but they were part of the sect.”

“There are…five, am I correct?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “Coach Hodge. Mr. Gamble. Deputy Torres. And I think the other one was a real estate agent. Jenna something. I’ve seen her face on the billboards. And the last one, I had no idea who he was, but his name was Alvin. He’s the one who drove me into town with Dave.”

“If they have significant others, let us assume they are part of the cult. Who else is married?”

“Coach Hodge. I met his wife a few times during school functions. She chaperoned a lot of the field trips. Mr. Gamble is also married, but I’ve never met his wife. I don’t know about the others.”

“Hm. Let’s say they are part of it. That brings us to seven delvers tonight?” She smiled. “That’s a feast.”

“There could be more in town I had not heard of. Members who skipped the ritual.”

“Maybe.” The demon shrugged. “Deputy Torres might send cops. Maxine Fairlie is a wanted suspect, after all.”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “If she sends a cop over, they’ll find my body. Torres and the others left plenty of DNA evidence when they killed me. I doubt the deputy has enough influence in the police department to erase the evidence given the attention it would receive from the authorities and the media.” However, she might risk it and send a cop anyway. “If a cop does come, we’ll dispatch of them.”

“Cold,” the demon said, laughing. “You are becoming more blood-thirsty, my lord dungeon.”

I didn’t say anything. The longer I stayed on this core, the more alluring it was to revel in my monsters’ bloodbath. I tried to hold on to my beliefs in my past life that I shouldn’t enjoy killing people, that this was all wrong, and that I should just starve to death and die, but it’s like the rope I’m holding onto was slowly slathered with oil and I am slipping away. All I could think about was gathering as much essence as I could and how long I could survive and grow in power.

I didn’t care how I acquired it as long as I got a taste.

My revenge against the cultists eased my focus on their essence rather than the others.

But once they are out of the picture…I shuddered to think what I’ll do next. Plenty had changed in the past thirty-six hours. What would happen in the next thirty-six days? A month? A year? Would I still be me, or would I be a husk of my former self?

A text message popped up on Maxine’s phone.

Hodge: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, BITCH!!!!!!

Game on.

The demon grabbed the phone. “Shall we send our ace in this dance, my liege?”

“Send it.”

The demon grinned and sent a ten-second clip of Hodge standing over a young girl around my age, screaming and begging him to stop before he plunged the dagger into her eye. The others then participated in the killing before the video cut out.

There were plenty of videos like this on Maxine’s phone. Sometimes a three-second clip. Others were twenty-three seconds long. I realized why she recorded the killings.

Leverage.

If the cult ever got into trouble, she had something to offer. A way out to lessen her sentence. Most of it was centered on Hodge, so he must be the person she wanted to be blamed the most. If the authorities caught them, the evidence against Hodge was damning. Ninety percent of the videos showed him killing multiple people, and none showed Maxine partaking in any of them or wielding a knife (which was deliberate). That’s thirty years for first-degree murder for each victim. Hodge wouldn’t be able to see the outside of a wall for a long, long time.

I could send it as an anonymous source to the media, but a cell was too kind for Hodge and his ilk. I wanted them dead.

They might have gotten rid of the other people they killed, but mine was here in the cabin. Their DNA on it was still fresh for the cops to extract and make a case against them.

Come and get me, Hodge. I’m right here.

Multiple messages from mostly everyone in the group chat filled the screen, begging Maxine why she was doing this and if she was responsible for the massacre in Green Hill. Most were confused about what was happening, and only Hodge wrote everything in all caps.

Hodge: I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!

Clearly, I’ve ruffled his feathers.

The only cultist who was silent throughout was Alvin. I ordered the demon not to respond, and eventually, they gave up texting us after twenty minutes. I reckoned they had moved on to another group chat with the others, possibly meeting up to discuss how to deal with Maxine going rogue in person. Unfortunately, I am not privy to that discussion.

An idea popped into my head. “Or can I?”

“Can you what, master?” The demon asked curiously.

“I wonder what they’re doing right now.”

“You want me to town and report back?”

“No. You can’t use the Red Explorer anyway, plus you’re wanted.”

“Then what?”

I pulled up the system again and went through the [Monsters] tab. I entered the [Construct] archetype and purchased it with an essence.

A computer materialized in the middle of the room.

“Do you know one thing about humans, demon? The one you complained about?”

The demon paused for a moment. “Technology?”

“Bingo.” I nodded. “We’re obsessed with our toys. We never leave our phones for more than a few seconds, and it’s always strapped to our pockets. And we also leave a permanent digital footprint. Facebook. Instagram. YouTube. TikTok. Everything is online. Some are more hidden than others, but I'm pretty sure I can break through the firewall of any computer and gain access to their cameras. Are you familiar with the phrase: the Internet always remember?”

The demon cackled. “Well, let’s put that to the test, master.”

I turned to the construct in front of us. “Find me a visual on Justin Hodge.”