Captain Wasa puts a bloddy cloth down. So, Telum was of no help. Sergent Ram, what do you think? He takes a moment to snap out of it as he looks at Telum. I think you are right. He seems mostly clueless, says Ram. Oh how the mighty have fallen, says Wasa as he closes up the duffle bag. Let’s go talk to N. Ram quickly interrupts him. Will he be okay? Wasa starts laughing. Yeah, don’t worry about it. Forget about all this morality stuff, he’s immortal. It’s not like he’ll die or anything. He probably saw it coming too. Didn’t you? He asks turning towards Telum. That’s what I thought, says Wasa as he turns towards Ram. Let’s go. I’m curious what you’ll make of N. Ram scratches his head as they leave the room. I don’t know, but you have built quite the character profile of him, says Ram. Oh, you haven’t the slightest clue what you got yourself into. The loneliest Virgo, the One Who Speaks Not, the Virgin Crier, he has had many names in this past 10 years. He became quite a legend in the first year or two, nowadays barely anyone remembers him or mentions his name. Some said they heard him cry 100 nights in a row. Some said he was laughing, some said he was humming, some said he’d read their minds. I think they were just bored… Now, let’s meet Mr. N.

A dark corridor and at the end a steel reinforced door. It looked like it was a stolen safe door from a bank. We stood at the end looking onwards, a chill ran down my spine, thought to himself Ram. Turn the light on, what are you doing? asks Wasa. Is that it? At the end of the corridor? asks Ram. What? No. That’s a safe door we needed for evidence. Get your head back in the game, man. It’s this one to your left, says Wasa as he pulls out his keys. Why would we hold in behind a safe door? asks Wasa as he opens the door. Darkness ahead and a cold breeze. This feels all so terrifying. I’ll see the man that killed a billion, thinks Ram. Sergent Ram? Have you thought about maybe turning on the light here too? Just saying… You could make yourself a bit useful today, says Wasa. I turn on the light, a face springs up behind the glass and I scream. Would you be fucking willing to act like a normal fucking person, Sergen Ram? asks Wasa in an aggravated tone. Yes. Sorry, says Ram. Do I have to explain to you what this room is or how this works? You’ve seen this in TV shows, right? asks Wasa as the face disappears quickly from the window. I’m going in. Sit here and pay attention…

As I get close to the window, I see captain Wasa putting down his bag by the door. My eyes start to wonder only to find a bookshelf, a TV, some chairs and quite the nicely lit room. And with the back to the captain was N. He was looking through the books on his shelf. I brought you something, says Wasa. I think you’ll like this trilogy. I’ve read them this past weekend, all of them. Can you believe that? asks Wasa as he sighs. You know I always gave you good shit to read, no matter how coy you play and try to ignore me, he says as he goes towards N. He puts his hand in his hair, clutches his hand into a fist and smashes N’s face into the bookshelf. Wasa pulls N back and trips him, N falling to the floor. As N tries to cover his face, Wasa starts kicking him. After a few minutes of stomping and kicking, Wasa goes to sit down in one of the chairs. Ten years, he sighs, you’ve said nothing. Ten years, I’ve brought you books, got you countless psychiatrists, got you this nice place, got you good food and nothing. You know that they’ll never have you leave this place, right? Which is infuriating. If you had told us what happened, we wouldn’t be here. You’ve got no one to blame, but yourself, says Wasa as he gets up from the chair.