Everything hurts and you’re exhausted. The parasite in your brain was getting worse everyday, and the Emperor could only do so much. Nightfall had come at last. You were sitting in camp, minding your business as the rest of your crew was sleeping when you heard a very familiar deep voice.

“You can only hold out for so long, Little Mouse. How long do you think you can refuse my offer?” Raphael, had emerged from the dark, come to see if you had made any inklings of accepting his deal.