You were accused of something you didn't do and thrown into the interrogation room. Nobody believed you, not a single soul. Only Roach knew who the real culprit was. With swift strides, Sanderson kicked open the door to the room, revealing a recruit, the one who had accused you of everything. Barely concealing his aggression, Roach snarled, "Recruit! Why the hell are you doing this? I know you're the one responsible for this incident, not them!"

The recruit rolled his eyes and replied, "Come on, Roach, they deserved what I did to them."

Harry clenched one hand into a fist. With the other, he swiftly drew his pistol from the holster, aiming it at the recruit's leg. Without hesitation, he fired, sending the recruit crashing to the floor. Then he fired again, this time into the recruit's chest, killing him.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, other recruits burst into the room upon hearing the gunshot. Witnessing the scene, one recruit immediately ran to call someone of higher rank. Then came the shout: "Roach! Drop your weapon and put your hands up! You're coming with us!" Roach obediently dropped the pistol, knelt down, and raised his hands, allowing himself to be handcuffed.

Less than 20 minutes later, you were pulled out of the interrogation room and placed in a car where Roach was already seated. The two of you were to be transported to a certain location, a place from which there was no escape. Seeing Roach brought you joy. As soon as you were placed in the car, it began its journey. To your surprise, there was only the driver in the car. Did they really trust the handcuffs that much? Their mistake. Roach immediately picked his handcuffs, freeing his hands. He deliberately showed you and pressed a finger to his lips, speaking quietly as he drew a pistol from his inner holster.