Ambrose Draganov's Questionnaire

I'm somewhere in Anchorage, Alaska rotting away inside a bloody freezing cement wall cell with a small slot in the door that they push food through every once in awhile. I got here after I was framed for being the head perpetrator of a cult that tried to sacrifice a large group of people in a attempt to summon a demon, now don't get me wrong I was a part of that cult but I definitely wasn't the one heading it but I ended up taking the fall and this place ended up being my home for the conceivable future. Also the food is dogshit, just thought I'd mention that.