-as Gangrel is dragged through the trench entrance-
-he will arrive in a command post, or what used to be one. Rusted, broken old equipments. Mud and cold, quite wet. Planks rotting and falling-
-and the skeletons. Skeletons that fills the place. Against walls, on chairs. All with holes in their skulls and a gun in their hands-
-for a moment, the post changes. The skeletons are soldiers and officers, alive and well. Operating equipment, rushing out the trench, and the air is alive with static and radio chatters-
-and then, darkness-
-and he is out-
-meanwhile, Liman has stopped clutching her head, and nearly falls over were it not for Cloud's support-
-breathing heavily and seems quite winded-
всегда верен-sits on the table, sniffs the air-
I-is that...cocoa?
-outside, proppped against the wall of the house, is a robit
with a toolbox by it-
-sitting still and quiet-
всегда верен

-He tries his best to grip any ledge and dig his fingers into the ground to delay his expulsion-
{Rrgh-!.....And why haven't you questioned this!? Doesn't it seem remotely odd to have these things suddenly infest your mind!}