Mr. Savannah was quite confused. There was one simple reason for this: he found himself waking up. This was confusing because he didn't remember going to sleep, or indeed much of anything about the last few hours. His confusion mixed with alarm when he discovered that he was gagged and tied to a chair in a small room. His hat had been removed, which added indignation to his growing list of emotions. Memory flooded back.
He had been collecting his latest bounty when he discovered a woman - Aricla, something told him - lying unconscious in an alleyway. While seeing to her, her friend - Harold? - had appeared. What happened next was still something of a blur. He knew none of it had been good, though. Something about hospitals and a monster and a band of fools out to get him and themselves killed, and masked men.
He heard a mumbling sound from behind him and immediately went still and limp, breathing regularly, as if he was asleep.
"Guys...? Guys!"
The voice sounded familiar. He turned his head, ever so slowly, to see a woman looking about, the gag hanging awkwardly about her lower lip. He also saw others, one of which stuck out in his mind - Hammond, that was his name. Deciding the woman was probably trustworthy, he nodded to her twice, to get her attention.