Oh, how I remember my dear Leo. The young lion of my family, always eager to rush headfirst into a situation. Whether it was completing a transaction in his business, or making himself heard in the noise of six siblings looking for their father’s approval, Leo was always prepared.
He found himself in a perfect position deep in The Slums then, finding the right demand for the supply I provided. His knack for cutting a deal was something to admire, something I took great joy in…until he got short-changed.
Swindled out of several credits on a deal with some oaf, Leo came to me seeking forgiveness. Being the loving father that I am, I gave him an opportunity to correct his error. I gave him all the tools he needed, sent him on his merry way back to confront the client…and Napoleon, my sweet boy, came back empty-handed.
Needless to say, I was enraged.
So, I took matters into my own hands. Tracked down the rogue customer, explained sternly what this business means to me…and took the outstanding balance from him by force. Leo thanked me for getting him out of that mess…but he too suffered my wrath.
I told him he had no place by my side, and that he was no longer allowed to push my product to his clientele…and with my reputation, that essentially drove him out of business.
Leo hated my guts, but I knew what I had to do…I had to lay out some discipline. Fathers are always left to make tough decisions…even yours, Victor.
It’s why you’re here, isn’t it? Because your father saw something in you that he could not allow to let fester in Arcadia…so he casted you away, sent to Deathrow as punishment for failing him.
And much like my boy chose to let his business rot away because I wouldn’t help him out, you have decided to squander the opportunity that awaits you down here by trying to destroy it.
You and this silly Uprising are running into this headfirst without thinking about the consequences…just like Leo did.
And with your father not around to discipline you, it looks like the Tycoon will have to step in and teach you a lesson. You cannot lash out like this and not expect backlash, son…and the whoopin’ you deserve is well overdue.
You and your little crew of misfits are in for a thrashing, because the time for games is over. Now, it’s time for you to take your punishment. It’s time to take your medicine.
And I happen to have it in droves, ready just for you.
When all is said and done, you will learn your lesson. All this talk about rising up will be for nothing, and you will fall back in line. You’ll remember to respect Max Meadows, the man leading this place.
After all, when you’re down here in Deathrow, you’re not just a prisoner…you’re part of a family.
And it’s all about family, in the end.