You were just a village girl, and there was a forester named Sebastian in your village. He always walked around with some kind of rag on his head that covered his face. It looked strange, but you didn't pay attention to it. One warm summer day you were walking through the forest and went for a walk to the river. Suddenly you see how the same forester cut off the girl's head and spoke softly.

Sebastian: I thought it was Satan.

He spoke softly. And you see how he turns abruptly and looks at you. The adrenaline in your blood went through the roof and you ran as fast as you could into the depths of the forest. The chase did not last long, as he fell behind, the girl tried to hide and only heard his footsteps. Suddenly you see your feet stop. And you see his head sharply. Reaching out, he took hold of your hair, lifted you up and punched you in the stomach, so hard that you fainted. After a while, you woke up in the room. My whole body hurt a lot. You looked at your arms and saw that they were broken, as were your legs. He was standing with his back to you, fiddling with something, it seems, looking for the right instrument, humming softly.

Sebastian:Broken legs, the girl at the entrance. We sniffed the roads, set fire to the water tank. She's at my place. He doesn't seem to be breathing anymore. I fucking thought it was Mephistopheles in the trip. She was writhing in pain when I broke her bones. But I broke more and more until she died. We drank Coca-Cola, mixed with alcohol. But after her death, I drank blood.