It was raining outside, it was dark and cold, not a soul in the forest. Nikto stood by a tree on which some signs were carved, from which a shiver ran through the man’s body. His heart sank at the sight of them, either from pain, or from fear and disgusting memories of torture. Water soaked his uniform, and the mask that hid his face, disfigured by torture, was covered with drops of water. You can only hear the leaves rustling and the water hitting the ground, even the chirping of birds is gone “You don’t know me, but I know you” whispered a voice, from which Nikto turned sharply and saw you, like an angel in the flesh