You awaken in a cold room. You are naked, and shivering. Looking up from your bed of damp straw, you can just make out what seems to be the Peruvian flag hung from the celing. There is a pistol on a small table near by. For some reason, you are drawn to it. It calls to you like a siren's song. You put it in your mouth, the gunmetal tastes so sweet. The last words you hear, echoing through the chamber: "REPORT NOOB MID HIJO DE ♥♥♥♥ NO GANK"

You awaken in a cold room. You are naked, and shivering. Looking up from your bed of damp straw, you can just make out what seems to be the Peruvian flag hung from the celing. There is a pistol on a small table near by. For some reason, you are drawn to it. It calls to you like a siren's song. You put it in your mouth, the gunmetal tastes so sweet. The last words you hear, echoing through the chamber: "REPORT NOOB MID HIJO DE ♥♥♥♥ NO GANK"