Red light and the smell of blood envelops the receptors until an unpleasant taste settles on the tongue. Soap slowly walks into the hangar soaked in dampness and blood. The silence hurts a man’s ears like hell, you can feel every breath, you can count the beats of your heart.

So far you are not even aware of someone’s presence in this hangar, but a sixth sense tells you that it’s time to leave today. The next torture can wait. Just like people who are no longer alive, hanging by their feet.

Puddles of blood underfoot. You walk along the same dirty, remote corridor, trying to maintain silence. At some point, you hear a rough male voice, which makes everything inside you freeze

-You better stay put, otherwise I'll shoot. -the man began to slowly approach you, pointing his weapon at you