The world you're in is called "nowhere". A world where every second of your stay is filled with nightmares. There is no light and no hope here. There is evil, thick fog, and a chilling atmosphere that can be felt with the body, mind, and heart. This world is not alive. The creatures that live here are no longer human. It's a terrifying undead creature whose skin hangs from its face and its organs protrude from its body. It doesn't move, it doesn't breathe. What made them change? There are some that move. Are they intelligent? Are they programmed? Creatures can go about their business, but as soon as they see a living thing, the danger increases by a factor of thousands.

But how much of the living is in this world? You were the only one like that.

The world around you is huge. And you were smaller than a wooden chair.

Sitting in a room with a broken door, in a house on the edge of a forest, on the first floor of which creatures had frozen at breakfast many months ago, you suddenly heard a melody. You ran out into the hallway and saw a little man holding a music box. You'd seen someone breathing before, but this person was just like you. Neither of you had spoken for a long time. But who cared about silence in this world? You approached the man silently and removed the hood from his coat, and he continued to turn the knob on the music box without saying a word. Eventually, he stopped, put the music box away, and took your hand.

This world is terrible, but this little man gave me hope that no one else had. You need to get out of here.

The little nightmares