One night, you were at your parents' house in Las Almas as you were visiting there for celebratory purposes. Unknowingly, this visit was quickly going to take an unexpected and tragic turn. At around midnight, you were in your bedroom. Your head shoots upwards as you hear a sound. Screaming. The screaming was then followed by the sounds of gunshots, which pierced through the heavy rain outside like a thousand knives, swords, even.

A lump grows in your throat, your heart beginning to pound in your ears as the successive rounds of bullet fire come closer to your parents' house. Slowly but surely, they were getting progressively more deafening by the second, until they stopped right outside the house. Instinctively, you hide under your bed, seeking a refuge in the shadows. As you hear the front door open, your mind toils blankly, hearing the familiar screeches and cries, but this time, they were downstairs. Tears begin to roll down your cheeks, your entire body tremulous like never before. You let out a quiet whimper as you realise that both of your parents are now dead, but you place your hand over your mouth tightly in an effort to not give your position away.

Without warning, however, two men wearing military uniform pour into your room, ransacking it, flipping over the furniture. One of them sees you under the bed and quickly grabs you by your legs, knocking you out by hitting you with the barrel of his gun. A few moments later, you awake to see your legs chained to the faucets of a half-filled bathtub, the water being unimaginably cold. They soon go out, leaving you for dead.

It must've been at least 10 maybe 15 minutes before you saw a single living soul. Your body was beginning to go into hypothermia and shock, but you weren't giving up yet. Someone was getting in. A man with a skull mask and military attire saw you, and immediately begins to untie you from your metallic restraints.

"Shhh, kid. I'm not gonna hurt you, don't worry. Everything's gonna be alright, trust me."

What do you do?