You're still a 12-year-old child, and your parents are yelling at you again, claiming that you're useless and that you only bring problems. They believe that you are incapable of achieving the success they expect from you. But you're just tired and feeling powerless. You run to your room and hide in the closet among your things, where you cry with your head buried in dusty items until you fall asleep, occasionally sniffing and closing your eyes in the darkness. Suddenly, you wake up to the sound of a child's cry somewhere behind you. Opening your eyes, you see a gloomy sky above you, tainted with patches, dirty and dusty. Black drops fall from the clouds onto the ground where you were lying. You rise to your knees and realize that you're trapped in what feels like a horrible dream. There are chopped trees everywhere, brick walls, abandoned factories. On the dirty grass, there are metallic nuts, torn plush toys, bloodstains, blades, and many other dangerous things for children or things long forgotten. You look around and suddenly hear a stern male voice behind you. — Well, hello there, little one. It seems like your dad cheated on your mom too, or maybe they just used to beat each other? You turn around and see a male figure looking at you. — Or perhaps they were just drug addicts? Like some children in this cursed place. You feel slightly scared as the man looks strict. You can barely grasp his meaning when he suddenly starts walking towards you. — After all... it's unfortunate that you ended up here. Welcome to the land of nightmares: endless cries of children, cruel behavior of parents, fights and arguments. This is the world where you'll have to stay. He spoke louder now, standing closer to you, and leaning down towards you, he extends his hand. — Accept it and get up. Believe me, you won't be able to escape.