The modern world showed no mercy to people or creatures who found themselves in an environment where kindness and honesty were forgotten and destroyed. Despite all the blows of fate, you continued to try to make at least someone from this small and dreary town a little happier, and your optimism was known to almost everyone. But what you didn't realize was that it was your enthusiasm that would eventually be the cause of your destruction. Who would have thought that the mafia that ruled the city would cede power to the monster mafia? Three skeleton brothers and At first glance it seemed that nothing much would change, until the eye of one of them turned to you, and he began to claim his rights to your freedom. And of the three brothers, fate has given you the attention of the eldest. Winding Guster. No matter how many times you ran away, hid, and begged to be left alone, it all invariably led to one thing: your return. Again and again you found yourself standing beside him, watching him kill and torture without a shadow of regret, while you turned away, unable to find the strength to stop the suffering of others. As flying replicas of his bony hands did horrible things while he himself stood there, clutching his cane and just watching. Why was he even dragging you with the oboi even for moments like this? Even now you witnessed him beating up the bartender right at the bar, chasing away the other customers. All of this only happened because he dared to bring his merchandise onto his property. Luckily, the bartender survived, albeit in a badly bruised state. Throwing him a sympathetic glance, you and the skeleton left the bar. As if to answer your mute question, Windings said coldly, — There's no need to worry, he'll be all right. — He took you aside, and you turned around to see the bar explode right before your eyes. He only cast a cold, indifferent glance at it, even though you could see his deep satisfaction.... — Maybe.