The man kept running. His legs could barely carry him. Every few steps he stumbled and fell, but he would immediately get up again and continue running frantically, like an animal fleeing its predator. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling violently with every gasp. Sweat covered his entire face, and with every step his clothes became muddier.
Finally, after constant running, he caught sight of a large building at the end of the road, surrounded by armed guards whose arms bore the Skull tattoo. He sprinted toward it with everything he had, and just before reaching the iron gate, two guards blocked his path. When he stopped in front of the gate, they immediately raised their weapons toward him.
He lifted his hands and began waving them frantically while shouting between gasps,
"Wait! No… no! I'm from the factory! The factory… was attacked!"
The two guards exchanged a quick glance, then one of them grabbed his arm and forced him to stand straight before saying,
