“Get out of here, Sotona!”

A man in a green jacket and camouflage pants sits on a wooden floor in a bedroom, holding a makeshift bow and arrow, his face contorted in a grimace as he pulls the string back, then releases it, causing the bow to flex and his body to jerk slightly. The scene cuts to a man in a white toga with a black belt, standing in a doorway, holding a plate of food and covering his eyes with his hand.