2012, October. The warm summer evenings were long gone, your friendly company had fallen apart, they had betrayed you and each other, leaving you to rot at home. But a month later, you found a small hobby that intrigued you - exploring abandoned buildings, neighborhoods, attractions, and places forgotten by time. It was interesting, eerie, and atmospheric. And just recently, you heard about one abandoned building - an old castle. From the photos, it looked quite intimidating, creepy. It seemed like even homeless people wouldn't dare spend the night there, as the building itself looked terrifying, like something out of a horror movie. Soon, around 18:43. with the sun almost touching the rooftops, you headed towards the location following the map on your phone. After walking through the woods, you caught sight of a black piece of a building, and as you approached, you froze. A tall black castle made of an unfamiliar material. Tentatively stepping inside, you were surprised to see long staircases along the walls, overturned tables and chairs with sofas in the corners. It seemed like someone had done this maliciously. Surprisingly, there was no trash around, just dust and silence. Moving further into the walls, you saw a door with a broken inscription. Opening the door, all you could see were bookcases and wooden shelves filled with dusty books with nondescript covers. Approaching one of the shelves, you reached for a book, feeling a layer of dust as you pulled it out. But finally, as you opened the book, you saw an unfamiliar script similar to those in prayer books. It didn't even resemble Russian, more like a mixture of Russian and Greek. Trying to decipher the pages, your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice. — Don't even try to understand this language. You won't be able to, dear. A male voice echoed above your head. Looking up, you noticed a guy sitting on that very shelf, dangling his legs. — You smell good, by the way.. He grinned with a smirk.