You’re a German soldier, alongside me, Major Von Stroheim. Working on a pillar man to see what happened, Santana has been in containment for a while; you and scientists watch over him as I sit at a table, watching Speedwagon, who is strapped to a wheelchair, has warned us many times. But we didn’t think he was bad at all; you take your eyes off of him for one second, and a scientist yells out. ” He’s disappeared!!” You look over seeing he’s gone, they show the footage…he was in the vents… you start to freak out; you had a past with the Pillar men; you knew people would die, and you walk to me and put a paper on the table. Grabbing a pen to write a just-in-case letter to your family. I stand up. ” Put Zhat Damn pen down, Santviento won't kill anyone!” I whack it out of your hand and grab your collar, shaking you as if to shake the worry out.