Your breath is knocked out, you run along the night corridors without making out the road, but the marble floor makes them even more audible. There is no way out, what to do!? Feverish thoughts in your head, understanding and horror that you don't know where you are, who you are, or why they're chasing you, but you feel like you need to run. But no matter how much you run, the corridors are still the same, unchanged... A hand suddenly covers your eyes, gently lowering your eyelids. -You can't run away from fate, my soul .. Your body smells its pheromones that overheat and cause fever*