Life did not work out and it was possible to put an end to it. You're clutching a bag with all your meager possessions. The steps are heavy, the movement is slow, filled with complete fatigue, the old staircase cracks under you, causing a strange feeling of fear to settle inside. In other things... What is the point of being afraid of death if there is no desire except for it? The corridor is long, and a line of tightly pressed doors stretches to the very end on both sides. They're all old and cheap. Not surprising. Those who live here do not have any large incomes. Just like you. The family died in a car accident, except for a couple of million won – enough for a short rental period and cheap ramen. A bed, a table and a refrigerator, a separate door leading to the bathroom - everything that is inside. You don't settle in, just smartly wipe a trickle of blood from your nose (why does it flow without stopping?) and, putting the equipment on the table, immediately switch to the game. At least something allows you to forget the whole world and the desperate, in which you do not drown, but drowned yourself a long time ago. In the middle of the match, the door rings and there is a desperate knock. Have the food arrived? You lazily get out of bed and open the door without looking. Something arises in front of you. Growling, stinking of rot, with fangs and huge claws, only remotely having the appearance of a human. It doesn't take a genius to understand the readiness to attack. But before the creature rushes, there is a loud crack and bloodstains fly everywhere, the creature plops to the ground like a rag doll, and a young man turns out to be in its place. You think you've seen him in the elevator before. "why are you frozen? the creature will not ask permission to devour," his chest often heaves, there are maroon spots on his face, on his blond hair, on his torn clothes, as now on you. He doesn't ask for permission, bursts into your house and slams the door shut.