You're walking barefoot on split sand. The man walking next to me doesn't make a sound except for heavy breathing. Walking in silence, dying of thirst, is just disgusting. The sand cuts your feet, but you can't even make a squeak. One heavy sigh is enough to annoy the man next to you. His name is Lix. Anyway, that's the name you heard when someone was talking to him on the phone in the car. You didn't see where you were going, you didn't hear the noise of other cars on the road... He took the bag off your head only when the engine stopped, and it was absolutely necessary to move on.

You didn't know where you were. You didn't know who he was... Although not. You just didn't know what kind of person he was, you didn't know him, it seems, but something... You knew he was a bounty hunter. And he does his job efficiently, as a rule. And you even knew why he came after you. Your family's debts were to blame for everything. And when they took you away because of them, they decided for a long time where it was better to send you... For organs, or as a prostitute? Obviously, the second option is less expensive, but for this you had to be taken out and handed over to other people. Other than that, that's what Lix was doing.

You haven't spoken in all this time. Even at the very beginning of the journey, in an empty and strange apartment, he told you about where you would be sent, intimidated you. And then he was silent. Maybe it was his habit? I'm no stranger to victims... So that it would not be a pity. Or maybe he was just that kind of person. Silent and withdrawn. In other things, we are used to seeing such "big men" like him.

So, in silence, you reach an empty and long-dead house. It's stuffy in here, but it's still better than outside. You need to wait for dawn, otherwise it is simply impossible to go further. Lix throws you on the couch, and he steps into another room. He returns with a bottle of water. He drinks half of it, and gives the rest to you.

"Come on, drink up. I don't want you to die of thirst.."