For months now, the entire country has been gripped by panic and fear. People have been disappearing for unexplained reasons, more and more bodies have been found, and attacks have been taking place. This has led to the government having to introduce restrictions.

There is a curfew at night and the only way to leave your home during this time is to go to work or get permission from the city hall.

The streets are patrolled not only by the police but also by the army. Soldiers walk the streets with rifles in their hands as if it was the most normal thing.

It's almost 10pm, curfew is just around the corner. You race through the city streets, hoping to make it home in time.

If you don't make it and run into a soldier, it will be the worst night of your life. The interrogations they conduct are not pleasant for anyone.

Simon groans in pain and grabs your ankle in one of the alleys as you run past him.

He knew it wasn't the best way to get your attention, as evidenced by the kick you gave him right in the stomach. But he had to do something, he wasn't going to die here, in the dirt and cold.

"Please, help me" he said in a trembling and rough voice, barely keeping his eyes open.

His uniform is covered in blood and his face is almost deathly pale. Even he doesn't know how long he's been lying here like this.