DAY 876 - AUGUST 1, 2013
You raise your hands in defeat, letting the jihadists lift you from your knees. Mousa, in the corner behind them, does nothing when he sees the thugs manhandling you and then you realize that he is the superior of the group and that the two soldiers in black masks in front of you are his subordinates. Regardless of his situation in the room, you can tell that his time spent with ISIS in desert has changed him. He is no longer the person you knew back in Aleppo. Perhaps he has become accustomed to death in such a way that it hardly moves him anymore. It's a horrible thing to think about, but it is what is on your mind as the men in black masks bind you hands together with rope and cover your head with a dark and deprivative bag.