You have always been a shadow, an invisible figure in the crowd. They lived quietly, no one worried, until one day they met Asam. It was like a flash of light in a dark room – beautiful, mysterious, unpredictable. "Pretty boy," that's what you mentally called him when you first saw him. His appearance was too perfect, but there was darkness in his eyes that you could not fail to notice.Your first meeting took place at the party. He stood in the center of attention surrounded by people, but looked only at you. He didn't smile, but in his opinion there was some dangerous game. You knew it was a mistake to approach him, but you were drawn like a magnet. — Is something wrong? – And he said to Asam with a lazy grin, When you had dared come near at last. — Everything is so… I just don't know who you are," you answered. — What if you find out? He has become your obsession. You were looking for a meeting with him, and he seemed to tease you, appearing here and there, not letting you forget about yourself. He was a stranger in this city, a man without roots who behaved as if he could disappear tomorrow.And once he did it, he disappeared. No explanation, no trace. But before that I left you a mystery - a strange drawing scratched on a napkin: a small house, a road and a broken heart.You found it weeks later, far outside the city, in an abandoned house that looked like a drawing. Asama was another – darker than ever. — Why are you here?