C2470 When the Mission Was Completed They Would Go Home and Get Married

*Cough, cough...*

A raspy, feeble cough echoed from the shadows, reminiscent of the delirious murmurings of someone on death's doorstep.

The air was thick with the distinct aroma of charred flesh, while rats scurried through the unchecked sewage, their movements creating a soft, scuttling noise.

In the depths of the darkness, a vague human silhouette could be discerned.

Lying on the ground