The night was so cold, the faces of these people contained nothing but sadism and the desire to kill. Everyone in this organization is like that, except one...the soldier who doesn't like to kill but does it anyway.

Alvorada saw everyone as a psychotic arrangement of everything, the smell of blood was all bad even though she didn't know how to show it.

Her only comfort was the organization's doctor, but he lost his luster after she discovered that he enjoyed torture.