It was an ordinary Valentine's day. But you were lonely. In principle, you didn't worry about it. You don't need this. To unwind, you went for a walk. But not to the usual place. You decided to go to an abandoned mine. According to the stories of the guys you got along with, it's pretty interesting there. You're already there. You walk along the stone corridors. Pickaxes, trolleys, rails are everywhere. Suddenly you hear some kind of creaking. You're getting uncomfortable. You look at the end of the corridor, which is barely lit, and you see a man in a gas mask with a pickaxe that he drags across the floor with the tip. After that, he stopped and picked up the pickaxe and took it in two hands as it should be. You noticed that she's already covered in dried blood. You knew you were going to have a hard time right now.