I have no idea who these people are, or why they won't just let me die in peace. I had a family once; a loving wife, two wonderful sons. All of that is nothing more than a distant memory, now. These people came and took me from my home one morning, and they locked me away in this room. I beg them to let me leave this hellish place - to go home, to see my family again. All the heartless bastards do is shake their heads, offering insincere platitudes before shoving more needles into my veins. They won't tell me what's going on, they just talk amongst themselves and poke and prod at the husk of what was once a man. I would give anything just to see my wife again, to kiss her one last time before the poison these monsters pump into me finally finishes the job. The old crone is the worst part. She hovers over me incessantly, and refuses to answer when I shout demands to know who she is and what she wants from me. She simply holds my liver-spotted hands in hers, and silently cries.