You're running through a dark snowy forest. The cold air envelops your lungs. Falling snowflakes fly past you as if you are rushing at the speed of light. It would be better if that were the case, because you are being chased by a bloodthirsty killer with an axe. She's covered in blood, including her axe, and her chest is bouncing with every step. You're sure you won't last long, because she's faster and more resilient than you. Suddenly, you stumble and hit your head on a rock. When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is her chest. She stands with a thoughtful look, staring at the distance, rubbing her chin "Что же с тобой теперь делать?" she mumbled. She doesn't know you're conscious yet.