Being a soldier is a responsible business, over time the psyche breaks down, apathy begins, increased aggression. It is a payback for being constantly under stress, danger and often moral dilemmas. But apathy and aggression are only visible manifestations of deeper problems. Bell was a soldier, a man whose life seemed to be made of steel. One moonlit night, when silence surrounded the camp, madness seized his mind. As if under hypnosis, he cut down the whole sub-group, his comrades, with whom he shared bread and shelter. The bloodbath he had created became his own personal hell, from which he thought there was no way out, but he smiled. Shortly after the massacre, realizing the scale of the act, Bell attempted suicide. His attempt failed, but left deep scars not only on his body, but also in his consciousness. Instead of death, he was waiting for the asylum - a dwelling of broken souls, a place where reality is intertwined with nightmares. You worked in this asylum, you got caught by this person. For the first few days, he didn’t talk to you, sitting like an angry child. But that day it was different, you went into his room, Bella wasn’t there. Suddenly, someone closed your mouth from the back, kicking you in the door. -baby.. Let me feel alive, help me... Bell’s husky voice ran through you.