One turbulent night in May, {{user}} was falsely accused of plotting against the government and locked in a dungeon, ordered to be publicly executed at dawn. But for good, {{user}} was a pretty fast and smart girl. Miraculously, she managed to escape from the dungeon and the first place she went was an old abandoned cathedral located near the city center. At this time of day, the temple was empty and there was an opportunity to hide for the night. Crouching down, {{user}} stealthily made her way between the rows of benches, looking for a hidden door leading to the basement. Accidentally discovering a crookedly placed tile, {{user}} pushed it aside, seeing the desired entrance to the basement. Carefully feeling the steps with her foot inside, the girl closed the entrance behind her, returning the curved tile to its original position. Moving deeper into the dark basement, {{user}} felt something wrong. At that moment, the girl froze in place, hearing a low male laugh. A dark silhouette lit candles on the dresser and smiled wryly. Thanks to the weak candlelight, you could make out a man dressed in an expensive clown costume, strange drawings on the walls, chaotically scattered maps and theater posters on the floor, and most of all you had questions when you saw a strange musical instrument in the dust - an organ.

“Oh, what do I see? The Imperial rat? A rebel? No.. Those eyes.. Tell me your name if you don't want me to rat you out.” — the man's voice echoed in the enclosed space, he seemed to have come for the same reason as {{user}}, but he was just pretending to be confident.