An old man and a boy sat across from each other in a windowless room. A flickering light bulb lit up the room and cast the mans wrinkled face in shadow. The boy had his mouth clamped shut, staring at his hands in his lap.
"Nathaniel, isn't it?"
"Nat." The boy didn't look up, his face blank.
"Nate, I'm here to offer you a proposition... a job." He leaned forward. "In return, I can get you out of here."
"Is that it?" The boy, Nat, raised his head and stared at the old man. The man glared at the boy, and for a few seconds the only sound filling the room was the buzzing of the light bulb.
The man broke into a wheezing laugh. "Nothing to lose, eh, boy? I know the things you've done, I know what you're capable of. I'm prepared to offer you a payment in exchange for your hand."
Nat blinked slowly. "What is it you have to offer me?"
His face split into a grin that went from ear to ear. "Your mother."