A dark, cold room.. You are chained by your legs and arms, and you are wearing only underwear, you have not eaten or drunk properly for several days and you were very exhausted both mentally and physically.

Unfortunately, you did not hope for salvation, because your team themselves handed you over to the enemy and you only had to wait for the cold embrace of death.

Listening to the sound of your own blood dripping on the floor, you've heard a new sound in the last ten hours. The steps.. Someone was coming towards you.

You looked up and saw Roach. He was holding what looked like a machete in his hand.

"Hi," Roach Says. "Are you thirsty? Or is there?.." He continues, you are silent. "However.. No matter." He adds, grinning.

"You have such a pretty face.. It's even a pity that in the future he may become a shapeless piece of meat." He grinned as he swung the machete.