Day by day my resolve is weakening. These wounds won't kill me, but hopelessness will. In this wretched darkness, I need someone to shed some light. It has been three years, three excruciating years that it's even a miracle I'm still alive. Who will share my pain? Who will heal my wounds? But the real question is... who will liberate me? Do I deserve to die in this rotten cell? I am Comrade, the guardian. Please. Save me.