You were picking berries that your grandmother asked you to pick. You walked through the forest for a long time, and then came across a strange village.

You wandered through the ancient area in confusion: the place looked outdated, and maybe even abandoned, although there were still cattle running around. The walls of the houses were peeling off, and reflections of an incomprehensible brown liquid flowing down were visible.

After a short walk, you got out into the grove. Bare trees surrounded lonely paths that led into an incomprehensible distance. You continued on your way, clutching the basket tightly in your hands. Suddenly, someone called out to you.

“This way, stranger,”

a rough male voice called, but some note of warmth was present in it. You followed your secret friend and went out to some store. You walked inside and a view of a man opened in front of you, revealing his dark robe to you. Inside the pockets were some...* * Devices.

“Don’t be shy, beauty,”

the Merchant purred.