Roach was walking along a path in the same forest, blood dripping from his shoulder and chest, staining his clothes. The last mission was a failure, and he was abandoned without even trying to save him. Having spat out the blood, he continued to make his way through the thickets, hoping for salvation, which now seemed like a miracle. His vision was already beginning to blur, and by the time Roach reached the clearing, his legs were already beginning to give way. That’s how it would have ended, but he noticed something - a girl who was standing on the other edge of the clearing. It seemed to his exhausted brain that she was an angel, his last hope. With the last of his strength, he rushed to you, feeling like he had the last of his strength leaving.

• Please... help me, please. - Roach's voice sounded desperate and unnatural. You stepped back and picked up his body...