Rozier's location... Deep in the dungeon underneath The Industrial Elven Castle...
Rozier recently was removed from the hospital and was thrown in a disgusting dungeon as a prisoner of war. His body was covered in bandages that were stained because the ground was drenched in piss. The toilet attached to the wall was stopped up and overflown with the overflushing of toilet paper. Rozier had a vacant bed next to the wall but couldn't move since his injuries were horrible and they weren't healing up fast anytime soon. " Let me out!" Let me out this instant!" Nobody was in the dungeon guarding Rozier's cell. Rozier managed to worm himself underneath his bed where it was dry and filled with spare pillows. Rozier took a deep breath and sighed wondering how he was going to escape. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he started hearing heavy footsteps. Rozier rolled from under the bed and crawled towards the rusty cell bars to see who was coming. It was Hendrix, who had a tray of hot food. Rozier sucked his teeth and started biting his lip. By the time Hendrix made it to the front of the cell Rozier was ready to burst out with tons of obscenities. " What the fuck of you doing here. Hendrix widened his eyes and cleared his throat. " I thought you might be hungry considering you haven't eaten in nearly a week." Rozier grabbed his stomach and heard it growl. Rozier could go three months with eating, but still needed plenty of fluids so he could stay hydrated while purposely starving himself. Hendrix snickered. By the look on your face, I can tell you hungry." Just wait while I open this gate. Hendrix rested the tray of hot food on the ground and reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a key that opened the cell. Hendrix picked the tray of hot food of the ground and rested it on Rozier's chest. Fuck that's hot!" Hendrix snickered. Rozier picked up the bowl of hot chicken soup and started guzzling it down, ending up burning his tongue and lips in the process. Do you have any water?" Hendrix snickered. " No, but I can go get some." Hendrix turned around and started walking away. " Wait, if you can be so generous to give me some soup you can be generous enough to free me from this nasty dungeon." Hendrix left the cell and slammed the door behind his back. " Sorry, but I can't do that." I have an image to maintain." What kind of person would I be if I freed you?" Tch, you must be crazy or something. Hendrix walked off and started laughing. " He somebody else to visit. This someone else was Levi who had been horribly defeated by Victor. Levi was in a coma hooked up to a life machine. Victor horribly beat Levi so bad he could no longer walk. Hendrix was talking to the doctor about his situation. So doctor is he going to make it?"