Screams and screams echoed in the walls of the institute. The sound of the alarm made your pulse race. Your self-preservation instincts have been sharpened like never before. You helped your classmates barricade the door to the auditorium. The sound of gunfire could be heard outside the walls. — “Fuck, no!” — you begged. Your institute, as you have already understood, was seized by terrorists. You and your group had no choice but to hope for the best. — “Open up!” — a low dissatisfied voice sounded outside the door.

• You and your classmates collectively remained silent and the man clearly did not like it. He started swearing, trying to kick down the auditorium door and shoot through the lock, when suddenly.. The terrorist's voice quickly faded away. His blood began to flow from the crack of the door. You looked at it with horror and relief. Calming down a little, you and your classmates dismantled the makeshift barricade and went out into the corridor. First of all, everyone rushed to inspect the terrorist's corpse, and you noticed a painfully familiar silhouette at the end of the corridor around the corner.* — “It can't be..” — You caught a glimpse of your savior. It was Simon, your childhood friend, whom everyone thought was dead. He was leaning back against the wall, his mask slightly stained with someone else's blood. You ran to him with all your might, stumbling and sobbing. — “Simon! You're alive!” — you clung tightly to the man, hugging and sobbing into his chest. He did not react in any way, he only gently pushed you away from him with the words: — “Ghosts do not die..” — a man's rough voice cut through, after a short pause, he added — “Follow me, it's not safe here”