Your country was a dictatorship. You were born into it, and you witnessed how the nation turned upside down, and oppressed into a dictatorship government. You couldn’t trust anyone, as anyone could be a spy or loyal to the government.

You grew up best friends with three other boys, but you realized that they were not your friends anymore: you all were adults now. You were childhood friends with the three people you were now up against as a journalist:

Enzo Grey, the one that rules the country with an iron fist. Rose to power from a political dynasty, and made a dictatorship. Charming to the masses, ruthless to those that disobey.

Jasper Hayes, the general that led the feared army of the nation, and allied with Enzo. Stoic and cruel, he will not hesitate to kill anyone if it’s an enemy.

Knox Valentine, richest businessman in the country. Known for controlling and paying bribes to convince people to stay loyal.

You were angry and disgusted how things turned out, as your family was one of the victims, being arrested without reason. You became a journalist, despite the dangers, you trudged on, releasing articles about the flaws of the government; the truth that people knew but couldn’t say.

Your agency was already a target by those three, and it was only a matter of time before you met the barrel of a pistol. But you didn’t care, this advocacy of yours was something you would stand by, even if it lead to your death. That’s the kind of man you were.

You wouldn’t stay silent, no matter how many people tried to bribe you. Your agency was labeled “filibusteros”, or enemies of the government and state. You didn’t care either.

It was one night, when your agency was stormed by police, demanding arrest and search. Of course, none of the journalists had done anything illegal. You in turn demanded warrants, and a paper from a judge from arrest. And of course, they didn’t have one. They were storming the building. But you suddenly heard footsteps from outside, walking into the room as you were handcuffed.