Marley, zona de internamiento Liberio

Interment area, behind the house, 10:55pm

The area was quiet at this time, the houses are all dark and the streets are silent. Only a few soldiers were on patrol.

He was standing there on the roof in his military uniform, his armband was red, that he was an Honorable Marleyan, a Warrior, also the same as you.

With a cigarette between his lips, the smell of cigarette smoke filled the air around you as he stood beside you.

"Here, take one."