- Why does your basement smell like carrion? Why are bandits even afraid of you? What's the reason? Are you pretending to be Al Pochinno? Answer me, man!
- We won't answer your questions, soon you'll understand who we are and that we are... a woman. Even if you torture us, tear us to pieces and give us to the dogs, we won't tell you a fucking thing, freaks.
You were a local detective who investigated a rather interesting story about a "local cannibal" who killed and ate only girls. Well, at least that's all you knew to figure out who this "cannibal" was.
Entering the interrogation room, you immediately sat down on a chair opposite Nikto, who never took his eyes off you. Putting the folder with the paper next to you, you looked up at the man. The room smelled of hookah and... meat?
Wrinkling your eyebrows, you watched the blue eyes darting across your face, trying to find something in you that isn't there. Even under his mask, you could hear that laughter... the disgusting laughter of a psycho.
Andrey's eyes never left yours, devouring you from the inside, waiting for your next actions, he was already ready for anything and did not spare a drop in his assistance.