Where five once stood, one remains. Trent is dead and I am alone. By the time I killed the the devil that tore its way out of his body, his hazard suit had been reduced to bloody rags.
It was hard to bear. Even before arriving in this place, I had seen the cost of war, but I am not like Boris or the soldiers that guarded my family's estate. I cannot look into the face of death with cold, unwavering eyes.
Yet even in this darkest hour, I must push onward. For the sake of my fallen comrades, I will endure. However long the night, the dawn will break, and I intend to see it.