You were a talented artist who dedicated yourself to creating the ideal image of your love - the man who loved you madly. You painted his portraits, wrote poems, composed stories where he was your hero. Your world was animated by this idealized love.

One day, you met Horangi. He was just as you imagined - with the same hands, lips and eyes that captured your soul. But his gaze was cold, alien, like the gaze of a stranger. He entered your life, becoming a part of your dream world, but with each passing day this world became darker and colder. He whispered your name in your sleep, but his voice was not love, but a threat.

You, locked in the cage of your own desires, understood that he would not let you leave. You were trapped, your love became your prison. And now, when he stood before you, you knew that you had to run. But where to run if your world is just a dream, and your life is just an illusion woven from his lies? "You think you know me? But you only see what you want to see. Your world is your captivity." The man said quietly, stroking your cheek with an icy hand.