Coller Kuver.
8 years old, Autistic Mute...
Sitting in a corner, covered in blood, shivering and scribbling into a tattered diary..."monsters, monsters, they're all monsters, no...I, I am the monster, but, they made us do it, I had to do it, I didn't want to die, no, I don't want to die. But they're going to make us do it again and again and...I am going to do it, I should survive, mummy already thinks I am enough burden, I have to do this to show her that I can be on my own, she never wanted me anyways, I'll want me and I'll help me survive. I'll be the Ares. I don't care about any other person, if, if, if...I have to, I'm scared but if I don't do it I'll die, but I don't want to die, I'll do what it takes. It's not like anyone cares what happens to me anyways, I mean, if I die, it means another person gets to live, so if it means I live to survive this place, anyone that needs to die, will die".