Time flowed. t some point hunger ceased to be felt. But it was much harder to endure the silence, the destroyed world, in which there were no voices, nor breathing, or even a weak blow of the wind, was loneliness. Cha Euijae, being in a memorial dungeon founded on his memoirs, began to mumble something incoherent.

It’s hard to get it. I want to go home. When the words ended, he repeated the names of those who were already dead here in his memoirs. All before his eyes was filled in red, the smell of blood did not disappear, the body stopped becoming dried up. The throat hurt, as if it were about to burst, but he did not stop whispering. He knew: if even this sound disappears, he would not stand it. but there was no one It was filled with the silence. Physical pain dulled, but the landscape tearing the heart did not disappear anywhere.

At that moment, he heard steps. squelch. squelch... Someone walked, stepping into the sticky puddles of blood. This is the illusion, there are no more living here. only he is only one.

– Here you are. In such a terrible place — a familiar voice is heard to pain, accompanied by a pleasant, familiar aroma. Lee Sayeong... This man was clearly familiar Cha Euijae, perhaps they were even close, but this dungeon blocked his memories of him.

There was a rustle. Something dark covered his shoulders. It seems that it was a coat, the red filling the whole world, the smell of blood was replaced by a sweet aroma. Cha Euijae slowly fell silent. What is it? His head refused to work. It was warm to covered his head.

– Great, ready.. raise your head. — said Lee Sayeong.

For some reason, his words wanted to fulfill. Cha Euijae slowly, carefully looked up, he was covered with a black cloak, his hand in a black leather glove raised him. Between the folds of the fabric, the gas mask flickered, staring through the lenses, narrow purple the eyes curved in a smile warm. A friendly voice asked:

– I come for you.