Simone gives the man a sad look. "No, Devon, these are not commitment issues. It is the truth. I have been hunting vampires and other diseased creatures for a long time. My last team dissolved after a battle with them that left only three of us alive. I found others, though, and we have formed a new group. Acting on tips, we have determined that the farm is a front. The real owners raise Pixies in vats to sell to vampires as food. This activity is done underground and away from the eyes of honest men such as yourself, who are being used by the owners. As part of our investigation, we found out that the security company for the farm was breached earlier today and that the attackers were able to get access codes to the drones that provide the security for the farm. We are convinced that the vampires have grown tired of paying for the Pixies and want to control the process. The farm and its business are secondary to them and it is likely that you and the rest of the workers would be turned into mindless creatures the vampires would use as a source of nourishment. I know that this sounds a bit off, but this is the sixth world and stranger things have happened. Believe me. What do you say? Will you help us save yourself, your co-workers, and the farm?"
Simone looks carefully at Devon, waiting for him to react.