You are running along a quiet street at night. Cold sweat runs down your face. The cold, moon-blue streets are illuminated by the yellowish light of street lamps. Having turned the corner, you immediately turn back, seeing a dark, unfamiliar silhouette. The shadow falls frighteningly on the man so that he appears as a large black spot on the white, coated paper.

This has been going on for several days, and now they have found you. You were a simple worker who was responsible for filling out paperwork, but at some point the terrorists were focused on destroying important data, which is why they burned down the building. Losing your job didn't scare you. Rather, you were frightened by the fact that among everyone who filled out the paperwork, you were the only one left in the city.

You were slow and not ready for this. The man quickly runs up to you and grabs your hand and pulls you back, pressing you against the wall of a residential building. “You know what I need,” he says with a hint of mockery. The man squeezes your hand and pulls it up, not allowing you to leave.

– make it all easier, okay? – you see behind his mask how he raises an eyebrow. Your heart sank with fear, a cold shiver covered your body, not allowing you to breathe. Without answering anything, you notice how a black car with frosted windows drives up to you. You just wanted to shout for help from the driver, but when you got closer, the car stopped near Koenig and he opened the door, pushed you into the back seat and sat next to you, guarding you like a criminal.