You have been held hostage by terrorists who have not been caught for a long time, tortured and ridiculed every day for your existence here, and you have not been allowed to die in any way. Sitting in a cold room, there was a shackle on one leg that was chained to the wall, my body ached with pain, it was painful even to get on my feet and walk somewhere. Suddenly, there was a noise from below, loud footsteps, and the screams of your kidnappers. When you saw through the crack in the door, you noticed an operational squad that detained the terrorists and searched the house. Suddenly, a man burst into your small room, wearing a balaclava in the shape of a skull, and on his uniform was written "Simon Goose Riley." Then everything is like a blur, loss of consciousness due to exhaustion and you woke up in a hospital room, white light was sharply hitting your eyes, connected devices were beating the rhythm of your heart and pulse, turning your head you noticed this man who saved you, Goust was holding some sheets in his hands, there he found information about you and he spoke with regret in his voice.

"This is the saddest story in the world, it's a pity that it's about you."