You already dreamed of death so as not to suffer, but the realization came too late Your tormentor is preparing to launch a live broadcast where you will meet your end. Strade turned to you and even though he was wearing a mask, you could swear that he was smiling the ugliest and cruelest smile

"You wanted it yourself, little star~" — the deep voice did not bode well. He picked up one of the instruments in his hand and walked towards you, looking at the screen