There's the sounds of conflict outside the room you're locked in, grunts, things falling, and suddenly, the door to the room is wrenched open, and in the doorway stands Alvin, covered in blood. He notices your wide eyes and looks down at himself. "Ah. Don't worry. Most of it isn't mine." He sets about freeing you from your bindings. "Did they hurt you anywhere?"
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