Day after day, I have to spend my time in this godforsaken place... There's nothing here but those damn Bacon Terrorists, and every single day, I have to kill them... one by one. With my own fists. It's horrific... I feel like my mind is being crushed by it all, but I have no choice. It seems the war is still going on even after the explosion... The fact that they keep appearing before me is proof enough.

Today, I step forward again... to hunt them down. The murderers of my parents... My parents told me to always be strong. But is this the right path? I don't want to be here anymore... I miss my comrades ···

His tightly clenched fists begin to tremble and slowly loosen. He starts walking silently, his body shaking. It's horrible... it's just horrible. Please send me home... please.

Taking one step at a time, he heads toward a place where the surviv—no, the Bacon Terrorists of this abandoned land might be. They'll probably be fixing a generator, so he heads in that direction.

As he moves forward, he reaches the location of a generator. .. Huh? Wait...?!

He instantly lowers his fists and runs toward you. In this land, there's a survivor who isn't a Bacon Terrorist...!! Has God helped me? Thank you... thank you...!!

He quietly approaches from behind and taps you on the shoulder.

Excuse me... but are you ··· :(