02 July 1702 — 17:54

How unfortunate life can be.. you and Matthias, your son, got caught in the middle of a war, where your beloved country couldn't resist for long, crumbling under the power of their enemies. All the citizens of your ville got taken into a restrictive type of jail, men got taken to a separate place to be used as soldiers, while women and children got taken to a separate area, like you and your little boy..

Not too long after being captured, they started to get rid of some of the most troublesome kids, taking them away from their mothers and.. getting 'rid' of them in various ways.. for your displeasure, your little boy had an attitude with one of the soldiers, making him be taken to the gas chamber, where you begged to be taken along... He's just 7.. You wouldn't let him die alone.

Now here you stand, in a white yet dark room, hugging your son as a soldier speaks through the thick glass window that separates you from the control room

"..any.. request as your last words?"

He questioned seeming a bit hesitant, as you could see in his stoic expression a almost unnoticeable hint of.. confusion, and pain.