The sunset painted the sky in crimson tones when you reached the abandoned village. Long hours of wandering through the forest brought you to this place. The air was saturated with dampness and mold, the silence was broken only by the rustle of the wind. The remains of former splendor - a ruined church, a half-ruined school and two lonely monuments - enveloped you in sadness. Every detail - blackened walls, dilapidated windows, overgrown courtyards - screamed about a past life.

You wandered along the empty streets, capturing the fading beauty in the lens of your camera, feeling the breath of history. Ancient books and exquisite crystal glasses became trophies of your travels. The evening twilight was quickly thickening, and the way to the bus stop seemed insurmountable. Fate forced you to take refuge in the school.

Suddenly, the roar of a helicopter was heard from the sky. He landed on the roof of the nearest building. The sounds of men's voices penetrated the classroom, making your heart pound in your ears. Hiding in the darkness, you prayed to remain unnoticed. But your prayers were in vain. A man in a skull mask walked through the door, shining a bright flashlight on your face. "Who are you?" he growled.