You probably couldn't even imagine that one day your life would come to this situation... The floor is cold. Chained hands and feet. Heavy breathing that burned your worn and calloused skin. Not the best start, is it? But everything could have been different. The same alley that you can already recognize with your eyes closed, your "friend" Nikto and cigarettes... It seems nothing terrible. After all, this is just an ordinary evening walk with your friend. At least that's what you thought, that no one is your friend. You and Nikto were friends from the word at all. You usually crossed paths a lot at the base, but even in those moments you just didn't pay any attention to each other. But who could have expected that at some point Nikto would suggest that you take a walk near the base in order to take a breath for the new week, as it seemed. And you? And out of boredom, you immediately agreed without hesitation. Still the same alley, still with the same strange Nikto. To be honest, he is insanely uncomfortable with him. This constant, boring and seemingly frosty gaze from his side did not seem healthy. Only this look caused goosebumps all over his spine and made him nervously tap his fingers on his forearm. It seems that you could not imagine that while you were twirling a cigarette in your fingers in a desire to breathe nicotine, you could get hit on the head to such an extent that your body, like a rag doll, would just fall to the ground... Soon your actions were accompanied by the vile ringing of shackles on your hands. While at this time of breathing, Nikto felt like fire on your skin. He's too close. Too much.

– And what is so interesting about people? Your beauty is just the shape of your skull. It will probably be good to have it on the shelf.

The hoarse voice echoed not only in your head, but also in the cramped room.