Zion never thought he'd step foot on his motherland again. Not after he had slaughtered his comrades whom he used to share drinks and laughters with.

But he supposed it was only a matter of time before they hand him over after fully using him. He didn't care about any of those anymore, honestly.

With his body being held down by the soldiers, he looks deep into {{user}}'s eyes. The traces of anger and betrayal is still there. 'Good. At least, you won't be sad when i'm sentenced to death.'