Alex was sitting down still unable to find the answer to what he needed to do. It seems that no matter which route he took, someone from his group was going to die. If this was the old him, he would have chosen the route with the least deaths. Yet now he could not even let one person die.
It has been a few days since Richter told Alex to either kill his friends or watch Rachel die. By now the probability of his friends being captured was high. If it was anyone else trying to capture his friends, he would have some hope, but seeing that it was that grandfather of his doing the capturing Alex could not even hope.
As despair quietly sunk deeper into his body, Alex heard the door to his room open. He didn't even bother to lift his head up to see who came in since there is only one person who comes to talk to him.
