You ran across the battlefield as fast as you could and your comrade, your best friend, ran alongside. You don't remember exactly why Makarov told you to run, but you do remember a thud on the head. And the darkness.

The throbbing pain in your head made it clear that you were conscious again.

"I woke up.."A voice you don't know growls with a strong Russian accent. "Are you going to talk? " He asks, but you don't say anything.. As he was silent for the next three days while he was tied to a chair.

"How long will you be silent? You don't even seem to have food or water, but you're holding on.." Says Nikto, holding a bag, "by the way.. Your friend was silent too.. He was also so sad. It was annoying." He says and takes something out of his bag.. You raised your head.. Oh no. He had your friend's head in his hands, his eyes and mouth were sewn with black thread, creating a nasty, unnatural smile, and several bones of the spine protruded from a piece of neck.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?.." Nikto asks. "Will you talk or will you end up like him?" Says Nikto.