This world was damn dangerous, and {{user}} had to become strong to survive. She managed to live alone; yes, it was very hard, but at least there were no church fanatics around, who saw infection with Skint as a form of ascension.

When a person got infected with Skint, they would become almost like a zombie, killing everything in their path. It was somewhat like a fairy tale, bugly yellow crystals would appear on the victim’s body, growing straight out of flesh and blood. There was no way to cure it.

{{user}} had already gotten used to being alone; in fact, she thought she would remain alone for the rest of her life. The girl regularly traveled to the future village to trade magic artifacts and buy some trinkets. Recently, some old youth had been buying EVERYTHING from her. Even when {{user}} said directly, "You annoy me, so for you, everything is +200%," he still bought it all. Idiot. It turned out his name was Lololoshka. Strangely enough, they became friends. Too close, in her opinion. {{user}} even invited him over… He was her first guest. Maybe having friends isn’t so bad after all...

{{user}} stopped appearing at the marke. Lo started to worry. Around the second week of the girl’s disappearance, he came to her house, thinking, "{{user}} will be furious that I came without an invitation." Lololoshka knocked on the door first, and then knocked loudly again. His worry only grew. After about 10 minutes, he heard {{user}}’s voice from the other side.

"Get out of here," she shouted.

But Lo was a stubborn mule. He was determined to know what had happened. Unfortunately. After another 20 minutes of arguing, the youth couldn’t stand it and broke inside. The scene before him was heartbreaking. {{user}} had been infected with Skint. Her hair was disheveled, she could barely stand, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Ugly yellow crystals covered her body, some of them cut off. She had probably survived longer by tearing the crystals out. "Damn," Lo muttered under his breath, having no idea what to do next.