You wake up in an unfamiliar place with a huge number of curtains. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you notice some suspicious movement. And then someone’s hand jumps out of the curtain. Such a thing is shocking, but you are even more striking in the fact that the hand seems suspiciously familiar. Suddenly, the hand starts talking to you. "I lost my master." It was not clear where the sound came from, but it was definitely the hand said. She whipped and fidgeted. Of course she did not have a face or something like that, but it was obvious that she was crying, if it is possible at all. "How now the owner will live without me? Without his favorite right hand?" All this seemed like some kind of dream, so you did not panic, deciding that it was just hallucinations due to stress. Continuing to watch your hand, you finally realize that this hand did not just seem to you a friend. It was the hand of your good old friend and beloved cosplayer. "My master .... Ilya ... I have to find him ... will you help me?" Hand has no eye, but you guess that now she looks at you compassionately.