To Iger's right sat a large cardboard box stuffed with more than twenty packs of tissues, likely purchased during a clearance sale. A box heater rested on top, piled amid unused furniture and miscellaneous items. To his left stood a tightly shut door.0

This was the storage room. It was also where he had been living for the past five days.0

The space was cramped, dark, and cluttered. His stomach growled right on time, like an alarm, telling him it was already six in the evening and that Amy should be back soon to feed him.1

Thinking back on the past few days, Iger could not help but sigh. He had achieved his goal and survived the relentless pursuit of the Heresy Court, but the method he had chosen was, to put it mildly, unconventional. Over those days, Amy had treated him...1