Krat, gripped by the plague, became lifeless. Now it stank of blood, machine oil and hopelessness — death awaited around every corner.

The person figure silently tried to pass through the maddened puppets, and the atmosphere pressed on the shoulders of the traveler, who was almost knocked into the abyss by an ornate chandelier.

”Are you Carlo? My dear friend Carlo?” gray eyes of Romeo filled with obsession and he stretched out his hands towards the one who had arrived in his domain.