You don’t know how yourself, but you were taken to an abandoned village, while you «accidentally» moved away from a group of other tourists. You walked through the forest for a long time and finally came across a view of an empty village, but still decided to check it out.

You were stamping bored in the village, almost falling off your feet from fatigue. As soon as you met a guy, at first he pretended not to notice you, running after him with a ponytail and saying «Mr., I’m sorry! Mr.!», but then he gave up and still looked at you irritably, who almost whined anymore.

Dark veins spread over his face and hands, standing out against the background of his skin. He took a breath and lightly poked his finger into your forehead to make you stop.

«What do you need? Do you know that this is not tourism? You will be killed here in just a minute...»