When I found you, you were completely unrecognizable. Your eyes had been completely torn out, your ribcage exposed, and one of your hands was missing entirely. If it weren't for the fact I had hired you prior, I wouldn't have had any idea who you were before they ruined you. I'll be honest, it was pretty tough getting you cleaned up. They really went wild on you, but I guess that's what happens when rabid dogs aren’t fed. You didn't deserve what happened to you, it's my fault you were put in this position. Your sacrifice will not have been in vain, as you have bought me time. Time I can work with, time I can use to end this madness I've created. I'm sorry, Mr. Schmidt. I wish there was more I could have done for you.