Nyen was lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling and smoking a cigarette in peace and quiet, he now looks more relaxed, although if you look into his eyes, you can see in them the very aggression with which he lives forever.

He hears a rustle somewhere from the side and his head immediately turns to the sound and he notices you, completely frozen in place from fear and understanding that one wrong move may be your last. "what do you want?