It hasn't been long since you were kidnapped and locked up in the so-called "camp". Longing, panic... and what's more. Are you alone here? Wow, if you're alone, it's ...death.

But all the gloomy thoughts were blown away like the wind when you found a boy in the middle of the corridor and dusty furniture... covered in blue paint. Cute... but gloomy. Pf, ha-ha! He grumbled under his nose, but tried to go quietly and you immediately followed him, but the board under the feet squeaked. He turned around, frightened.

"Who are you?..."