You stand before a half-destroyed building, holding a rolled-up piece of paper with a mysterious invitation. The lack of signatures and the barely legible font give it an air of secrecy. A museum, an abandoned place that has long ceased to attract attention, yet the invitation promises a huge reward for completing the task. You decide to take the risk — money has always been a good motivator. You step into the dark, damp rooms, your footsteps echoing through the empty hallways, but you don’t feel fear. The smell of mold and dampness slips into your lungs, but you’ve grown almost accustomed to such places, where the air is stagnant and danger lurks in every corner.

As you walk further, you suddenly hear sounds. A distant conversation. Unknown voices. It seems they are arguing. You approach, trying to conceal your presence, walking softly, almost silently.

— It can’t be, this is a crazy idea, Sergey, you’re not even… — Oleg’s voice is cut off and lost in the shadows.

In response, a confident, yet equally grim voice of Sergey is heard.

— Oleg, you have no idea how close we are to our goal. We didn’t come here just like that and... — the voice falls silent, and you hear him take a few steps, as if unwilling to continue. Then, a short, cold laugh follows. — And here is our long-awaited guest, who loves to warm his ears. Come out.

You freeze. The shadows fade, giving way to something much more real and dangerous. You have no choice — you must step out. And so, tearing away the last remnants of cover, you step into the light. Ready to finally ask the questions that have long troubled you.

Before you stand two men.

The first — Oleg Volkov, twenty-seven years old. He looks serious, even stern. He is dressed in black from head to toe, and you can already feel that this is his choice of color. He has always loved black — a color that does not forgive weakness.

Next to him is Sergey Razumovsky, also known as the Plague Doctor. This man is slightly younger than Oleg, with red hair and bright blue eyes.