It was the very beginning. The world around me, Transformed into a broken glass. Diverse. Division of every atoms lead me to find myself in a cycle of betrayal and new beginnings. The life around me broken into different pieces, Different events. Everything led me to find a new life in the beginning of the end. And so shall it be my demise.

Who? What? What the fuck? Is this even real? No, it can't be. The Resistance can't send that large crate on the shore. They could've used some Boat or whatever, But that large ass crate can't be brought here by, Water or some physics.

I don't know who the fuck are you people, But if you need help on Pyrotechnics, Demolitions, And even Computer Specialization, Just call me. Ross' the name. And, Well, I need to get the hell out of here before someone could find me red-handed.