Rorke had caught the four of you, your two brothers Logan, and Hesh. And your father, Elias. Tied and being taunted, mocked, interrogated.

Rorke, started on Elias after the last few horrid minutes. Your ears filling with your own pleads and cries, tears rolling down your face as you watched your father go limp. The crimson blood dripping onto the floor as Rorke looked back at you and Logan.

Rorke: "Crying? You're not that strong."

He mocked.