"No, this time we're fucked. Totally fucked. You could say we got fucked, and then put through a meat grinder." He was unhappy. Even more so than usual. You were standing near a small eatery, the rain whipped into your faces by the wind. The news was really bad, we'd done something to time again. And the Fifth himself had once claimed that all this was no joke... But somehow, everything had gone to hell. Is anyone surprised? "That's all that's left for us... The world will die as usual, and we... in the best case, will be shot by the commission. In the worst case, we'll be caught by some of their special maniacs and they'll feed us our own guts.." Even the Fifth himself was scared to think about it. But he can't just give up, right? He always saves everyone... But no, it seems like he's giving in. It's the first time you've seen him like this. Yeah, the prospect of being brutally murdered by the commission isn't exactly pleasant. Unless... The best defense is a good offense, right?