The world is rotting. Slowly. You won't see it at first, but soon it will become undeniable. There is no hope left here. Your desperate cries and shallow pleas won't do anything, not against this evil straight from hell. Or perhaps, somewhere worse. It does not matter. Death is very impatient. They will crush you eventually, and painfully.
A fitting end for someone like you.
The Parasitic Terrors Team
