Order of Operations.

Cain followed Susan as they walked into a room. In this room, there was a total of five people already waiting for them,

Steve, Hunter, Leah, Evangeline, and a man kneeling in a pool of his own blood on the ground, bound with Black Iron chains.

Cain didn't look surprised in the slightest. After all, he was completely aware of the reason this man was in this state. The man had a head full of grey hair, complete with a beard and mustache. He looked middle-aged, most likely in his early to late fourties.

Cain stared at Hunter inquisitively. Hunter stared back,

"What?"

Cain smiled wryly, "Did you really have to rough him up so badly?"

Hunter snorted, "He struggled too much."

Cain didn't believe that in the slightest. Still, he didn't have any problems with that. After all, he had also killed a man not too long ago.

Just thinking about it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Cain's face fell,

"So..."