"Ehm, Alf? Mind if I ask what this ice sculpture is?" - Ciara
After we exited the gloomy prisons underneath the giant mansion, the first thing I noticed after getting my first breath of fresh air in the last few days was a bunch of armed, black-suited men (there must have been another Migrant visiting this place before me), knocked out and spread over the ground. And one stupid-looking ice cube in the middle of everything. Is that...
"Nothing to worry about. It's just a mafia boss that got iced." - Alf
"Riiiiiight..." - Ciara
There's got to be some backstory going on here. Or else there's no reasonable reason why Alf went all and above on this so-called "boss's" case. But, I'm a gal who knows not to ask difficult questions. Still, as a friend of this surprisingly cold-blooded vampire, there is one thing I need to ask him.
"Do you need some help getting your Karma back up? If you need help, then I can be a good girl." - Ciara
