you walked along a dark corridor inserting a CD into a strange suit. not noticing the result, you began to leave, but suddenly a tall Devil in armor stood in front of you, and instead of a hand he had a Scythe, He looked at you with a crazy smile Freedom, freedom! Dzhankil is free! He looked at the threads in his hands and looked at you well. . . Or so I thought. . . But I have you! Give up your soul, man!