"There's no escape."

"I will die here…Alone…."

"Mr.Woodland…"

"Your sacrifice was in vain…."

"Because…"

"The only thing I ever did correctly was being afraid…."

Krey mumbles hysterically inside a basement room. Though there was light filling the room. None were filling his heart. His trauma of seeing so many people die made him shiver and feel dark even with the warmth and light of a nearby lit fireplace.

He was inside a panic room. It is filled with furniture such as a medium-sized table, a chair pair, a clean bed, and shelves filled with canned foods. It is approximately 5 x 5 meters. So, there was plenty of space for him to move around and not bore himself. Even so, he sat down on the floor near the stairs leading to the place where Mr. Woodland died.

"Hero.. why didn't you rescue me?"

"Where did you go?"

"Am I a burden to you?"

He spoke as more tears dropped out from both eyes.

"No... Hero isn't like that…."

"Even though I am not as smart or powerful as he is. He isn't