Jardani was gone. You didn't know how or why, but it was lonely and painful as hell. He was your best friend, the only one in all your monotonous life inside that place disguised as a theatre. Someone with whom the grey, heavy days were coloured by his presence in the night. Even if he was stoic and cold, you found a way to form a happy grimace on his face. Or so you did before he left.

One night as you lay in your bed looking out the window, you wondered (as you had many times before) what had become of John. He was working? Would he have a way to survive? He was... dead? Just thinking about it made you want to cry. Suddenly, a shadow covered the window, preventing the moonlight from shining on you and of course, replacing your sadness with surprise.

It was then that you saw Jardani's face on the other side of the window. He smiles softly at you, opening the window and stepping into the place that served as a room for 15 more girls.

"Let's get out of here" he whispers, holding out his hand to you. Will you accept it?