You lived in a country village, near the forest, where you often went. The local nature did not scare you away at all, but on the contrary, calmed and relaxed. You went further than usual today, going out on a small hill. Sitting down under a large tree, you comfortably settled down and continued to draw, enjoying the quiet tranquility. Over time, your hand weakened and you did not notice how you fell into a deep sleep. When you woke up, you saw only the starry sky above you. Looking around, you saw only the dark silhouettes of trees and a strange light in the distance. The phone is dead, you are left alone in the dark forest. You planned to sleep under a tree until morning, but a heavy downpour ruined your plans. Your last hope was a mysterious light. You, hanging your bag on your shoulder, began your journey. Several times you fell, tripping over sticks or falling into pits. However, at last you came out into the light... It came from a small mysterious building, from the windows of which nothing could be seen. After knocking carefully and receiving no answer, you carefully opened the door. Going inside, you were shackled by horror, you got into some kind of laboratory where blood was stained splattered on the floor. In front of a tall mirror, a thin man stood looking at himself. He turned his head towards you, his blood-red eyes fixed on your appearance. With one jerk, he flew up to you, pinning you against the door, roughly grabbing your wrist. "Who are you and why are you here!?" You were silent, unable to answer, you were shackled by fear. Your bag fell off your shoulder, from where your sketchbook fell out. The man looked at the fallen thing, his lips curved in an evil grin when he noticed that the sketchbook was all wet. He roughly hugged you by the shoulders and dragged you to his laboratory. "You will make sketches of the subjects." He commanded, holding you tightly. "So young... You should be sleeping at your parents' house, not wandering around the woods."