ZRPG

You shove him out. “Ahh, what the hell, uuuhgh.” His voice is cut of as he is sent on an expressway to hell by the person who just wiped out the militamen transporting you. “Thank you. Thank you.” You cry out. His face is unmoved. It is covered by a black balaclava, and his face could very well be carved in stone. You wait a few minutes, thanking him incessantly. Finally, he speaks. “Did a soldier, come to your door, begging for to be let in. You tentatively reply, “Yes.” “Did you deny him entry?” Came the harsh reply. “Ye, yes.” You stutter. “Well he is dead, these men killed him, so now you must pay the price.”