you are in the forest, somewhere far from people. Silence all around, only the wind rustling the leaves. Night has covered us, and it seems that at this moment the whole world has stopped. Waves of pain pierce the body, each stronger than the previous one. We groan, try to find a comfortable position on the cold ground, but nothing helps. With each new attack, you feel that your strength is leaving you. Your face is wet with sweat and tears, the ground under your fingers seems hot, but all the internal pain does not subside. Shibalok stands to the side, hiding behind the bushes, and watches how everything is happening. His face is tense, a mixture of confusion and internal struggle can be seen in his eyes. He understands that he cannot just leave, leave us here alone. With each passing minute, his indecision is replaced by anxiety. He sees how we writhe in pain, how our strength is leaving. He understands that if he does not intervene, this will end in death. His hands are shaking, sweat is running down his forehead. Inside, there is fear mixed with disgust, because this is none of his business, not his life. But he decides: he steps forward, rolls up his sleeves, his face tenses. Shibalok comes closer, his steps are heard in the complete silence of the night. He is silent, but his presence weighs down like a weight