Unexpectedly for everyone, there was a capture of your base. No one was ready for this. You've managed to grab a couple of weapons with you, but it's not enough. Calling for reinforcements by radio, you still managed to defend the territory, even if it was half destroyed, but it was fixable. As you walked through the debris and planks on the base floor, you scanned the premises for possible casualties or wounded who might not have made it out. When you entered the room where Hash usually slept, you saw him squatting in front of something. As you get a little closer, you notice that Hash had a small, half-gray kitten in his arms that had taken root at the base a couple of months ago, and it didn't seem to be breathing. -It's not his fault. Hash said in a hoarse voice, raising his blank and desperate gaze to you.