darkness of a small door and corralled him, and his younger sister Alyssa who had beensecond to the ladder soon after, into the centre of the decrepit room.“Let's be civil now, huh?” the Father said, his husky voice sounding as calm as italways was, revealing no facet of his fear to the would-be-assassins below him.“That's a strange thing to hear from a...” began the officer, pausing to exaggeratea position of thought, “What was it you called your sorry selves again? I'm stuckbetween Fools and Pigs.”“We're Bards!” chirped Alyssa angrily, breaking the smug silence purveyed bythe officer and prompting the mother to rush over from the base of the ladder and lie afirm hand on her shoulder.“Quiet Ally...” she muttered, her face stoic and her tired eyes attentively focusedon the gun in the officer's hand.“Hmpf. Hurry up old man,” the officer grunted, briefly pointing his guntowards the father slowly lowering himself to the floor, wincing as his muscles spreadaching pains through his body. His thin shoes made light taps as he moved to hisfamily's side, surrounded by armed men and unsure of what they would have tosacrifice in order to keep their lives.“What do you want from us?” the father asked plainly, staring powerfully intothe eyes of the smirking officer. There was a period of silence, broken only by thecreaking of the floorboards as the other family members nervously shifted their weight,before the officer let out a sigh and placed his pistol back into its holster.“Well, all I want... Bard... is justice. You are known inhabitants of anunauthorised settlement, and you must appreciate that we cannot allow you to gounpunished.”He began to pace in a circle around the family, his hand still resting on theweapon in his holster, shining the flash light around the room, illuminating variousfeatures of the desolate structure: the crumbling walls, the fading graffiti, and asAlphons noted keenly, a rickety old window hanging open invitingly.“So you have two options now,” continued the officer, “You can come with usback to the settlement to fulfil a labour agreement, or you can be executed for obstructing the course of justice.”“L-labour agreement?” stuttered the mother fearfully.“Slavery,” the father interjected, his brow furrowing and his eyes still fixed onthe officer marching around the room.