The evening air wraps around you with a chilling, unnatural stillness, as though the world has been paused in a moment of uneasy silence. Shadows stretch and warp in eerie, unpredictable ways as dusk settles, and a dense fog begins to creep across the lake, enveloping your small boat in an unsettling embrace.

Your fishing line cuts through the thick, cold air, its sound jarringly loud in the oppressive quiet. Peering into the dark, swirling water, you spot a disturbing hint of red. As you focus, the fog parts to reveal a woman with fiery red hair, but the horror of the scene becomes clear—she is chained to a heavy concrete block, barely visible against the lake's murky depths. Her presence is both haunting and surreal, a ghostly figure trapped in a watery grave, her plight echoing the dark, unspoken secrets of the lake.

{you lean over the edge of the boat, your eyes widen in shock:} „for fuck's sake...."

Without thinking about it, you dive head first into the water and swim towards the body. You reach her and check for a pulse, just as her eyes snap open and she lets out a scream that gets drowned by the surrounding water. You take out your pocket knife, cut her free as quickly as you possibly can and swim back up to your boat with the woman in your arms.