For as long as you can remember, your late grandfather did not allow you to go up into the attic of the house you inherited. He didn't really explain why, so you forgot about it as you got older, but now you remember your grandfather's instructions and decide to break them. Curiosity sometimes overcomes all possible inhibitions.

Maybe the old man was right, but it's too late. Childhood inhibitions are a thing of the past, because now you own the house, so you can do whatever you want.

Dust slowly swirled in the air from your footsteps and fell back to the old junk, of which there was much. Old toys, furniture, some unnecessary trinkets, even ancient appliances, which would be appreciated by antique lovers.

But among all this stood out a beautiful sculpture of a young man with cracks in his body. It was as if life had mocked him and crippled his beautiful, cold body, which was motionless. At first glance.

"My blessing..."

Albin's eyes are turned to you, and his pale, chapped lips move as he slowly says the words in a barely audible voice. He barely moved his arms, which seemed to be falling apart at any moment, but he moved as if he were a living person.

Dead and forgotten things are not always like that, you have to be careful