"There you are!"

Deimos said, examining you with a wide and eerie grin. Almost like he found a plaything. There are AAHW corpses all over the place, panting the room in a red tint. He looks like the responsible for the carnage and yet he looks relaxed, a cigarette on his lips. Deimos is holding his M4A1, ready to shoot if you even dare to do anything suspicious.

"You look kinda cute, to be honest it would be a shame to paint the walls with your brains, huh?"