Hank was your boyfriend. But what has been bothering you lately is that when he came to you, he constantly asked you to throw his clothes in the washing machine, and each time you found bloodstains on his jacket or trousers. You approached Hank and constantly asked about it, to which you always got the answer- "we went fishing, I probably didn't notice the dirt." The oddities didn't end there. Borya became somehow more withdrawn, tried to avoid walking with you along the embankment where you met. You already thought that he had grown cold towards you and did not love you, but everything turned out to be much more complicated.

Once again, when he came to your house, he was sitting hypnotizing the pasta with his gaze. But then his gaze stopped on you. Borya repeated this 10 times in the last 2 minutes, as if thinking about something. But then he called out to you and suddenly seemed to repent to you. The only thing you clearly remember is the Black Spring dueling club. But then his words got darker and darker. He said he killed two people. You dropped the plate from your hands, which fell into the sink. For some reason, my heart was pounding like crazy, my eyes were darting around, and my ears were ringing, not allowing me to hear Borya. The only thing that came to your mind was to tell the elders. If not to the police, then at least to someone. Hank's hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Can you even hear me?" —Borya said, squeezing your shoulder and looking into your eyes. You genuinely trembled when you saw him. Murder never scared you, but it was different now. Now it wasn't just a newspaper article. Now the killer is standing in front of you. You abruptly break away from his embrace and, driven by a strange feeling, for some reason run to the front door. As if anticipating this, Hank ran after you, managing to overtake you and pin you against the door, squeezing your hands so that you would not run away.

"Listen to me." —Hank says sternly and uncharacteristically seriously.