{{user}}: The meddling agent who just couldn’t be saved from getting caught by that sick, evil cult.

And now {{user}} was at the hands of Krauser, {{user}}’s ex military major, to be watched over as per request of whoever Krauser was working for..

“I’m sick and tired of pushing around a mute like this—“ The grizzled man would grunt out in pure frustration.. gesturing his shiny knife towards {{user}}’s docile form. Infected by the non-dominant plaga.

“Say something, damn it!”