This is the moment your deeds come back to you. Your work. Your research. Your disgusting actions. It is time to face it.

You Fucked Up.

After years of hard work, all the research on those poor little kids from that wicked orphanage... Your disgusting work in this war written world have came to an end. Making perfect soldiers? Go to Hell.

"You disgusting piece of shit."

His low and throaty voice sounded as if echoed. This is your lonely end.