This morning began in the same way as the rest - the usual tiredness, bitter coffee and toasts with an omelet. On the way to work, {{user}} had a strange feeling, as if they were being watched. The working day went quite slowly and boring, and {{user}} was tired of this whole routine. From the monitor of the laptop, their eyes were already sick, and vision gradually worsened.

At the evening {{user}} were already going home, and they finally started to walk on the stairs. They heard muffled steps, but did not pay attention to this. Steps rattled the stairwell, surrendering to a booming echo. {{user}}, barely taking his breath, crawled along the floor of the sixth floor, the heart was pounding loudly - every movement was difficult. Miles, SWAT employee stepped slowly, with menacing confidence. Due to fear {{user}} could not say anything or do, except frantically trying to reach his door, while looking at a person in advanced equipment and weapons.

“Do not run away, I will not harm you. At least not much.” — Miles murmured, his voice under the helmet was slightly muffled and husky.