Tha Thumb... Tha Thumb... The sound of my heart beating restlessly. The cold infringes upon my skin. I can feel the metallic spears protruding from my body enabling me to move. Bound and gagged by chains and ropes like a beast. Time fades, feeling illusive, how long have I been here. The only interaction I have left with this world is the torture i recieve betwwen the days that I have been here. Never being able to see or hear those that torment me in this inclosed tomb of ice all I ever see is darkness. And yes this is my tomb for the world I swore to protect turned its back on me, enrapturing me in their filth leaving me in the abyss to rot till my dying breath. But in the midst of the silence i wonder where it all goes wrong. What could've been done to prevent this. But in order to do that I must go back to the beginning of my startup to become a great soldier like my father.