The sun begins to rise, and another day begins. Still cannot leave my surrounds, so better make the best of my eternity in the village.
And what better way to do that than by killing those who have tortured my family, my friends, and the other fighters and runners out there?
The more I kill, the less we deal with.
The more I kill, the more I enjoy it. The more the blood is spilled, the more I smile.
Oh how I love the blood all over my hands. None of my weapons ever tasted the ruby water that drowns them before. Now they have, and they just want more.
And so do I.
And if I finally make it out of here, there is only one thing left to do.
And what is that, you ask? Well, there is only one proxy out there now that deserves my attention, to feel my sword run through his body, to enjoy the escape of death for his crimes.
You will get yours...