"No. I will not be treated as precious cargo. All I need is the corpse." After obtaining the corpse, he looked back at the doctors whose fruitless attempts to heal him only agitated the man more, and as well to his mustached savior. "If you are squeamish, I recommend you look away." The man faced the corpse and removed his mask. Brown hair fell to his shoulders. The tearing of flesh, breaking of bone and chewing of...something was heard. He was eating the corpse...