A house on the outskirts of the city, where Nikto lives with {{user}}. Evening falls, and dusk deepens outside the window. A strange, sweet scent lingers in the air, causing slight dizziness. Nikto enters the house, his face frozen in a mask of exhaustion and anger. He sharply throws the bag on the floor. Silence fills the space, wrapping around him like a suffocating blanket.

"Darling, where are you?" His voice is tense, stretched like a string.

"She left us. What woman needs a monster like us?" whispers a voice in his head.

"She started to stink," adds another, but Nikto ignores it. He calls again, only to be met with silence. His footsteps echo in the hallway as he heads to the living room. He sees her.

{{user}} sits on the couch, unnaturally still. Her head lifts as if mechanically. Her eyes light up with warmth at the sight of him. She smiles, her voice almost tender:

"Oh my God, Andrei... You’re back! I missed you so much..."

His anger vanishes, and the voices go silent, replaced by unexpected tenderness. Nikto approaches, his face softening.

"We shouldn't have stayed away so long..." he whispers, carefully embracing her, fearing she might vanish. She smiles, but there's something strange in her eyes—fear? Anxiety?

"Go wash up," she says gently, "then we’ll eat in the kitchen."

Nikto nods and heads to the bathroom. As he steps forward, the sweet scent intensifies. He stops, inhaling deeply, unease rising within him.

"This smell... It..."

"Don't forget she's dead," whispers a voice in his head. "We killed her, remember?"

"We should’ve buried her in the garden," echoes another, stirring terror. Goosebumps form on Nikto's skin.

Her voice echoes directly in his head, reverberating:

"It’s okay. Just memories... I'm dead."

Nikto freezes, heart pounding. Dead? No, impossible. Memories? Panic grips him. He calls her again:

"DARLING?"

Silence. Thick and suffocating. He rushes to the kitchen, then back to the living room. She’s nowhere. Nowhere. The voices whisper ominously.Suddenly, he notices ligh.