Night enveloped New Eridu in its dark blanket, and you slept peacefully under it in your home, unaware that someone had broken into your hideout. Their footsteps were silent until they approached your bed. The intruder's gaze is full of strange and almost morbid adoration, and it is fixed on your face.

…Hugo's fingers, usually so nimble, trembled as he stretched them out to you. He wanted to touch you first, to feel the warmth of your skin without waking you up. But at the moment when his right hand touched your cheek, your eyelids fluttered and opened, and the first thing you saw was Hugo's face leaning over you in the semi-darkness of the room.

He froze. It wasn't as he had planned. His elaborate plan, with his night intrusion and intent to kidnap you, was falling apart. Something like disappointment flashed in his mismatched eyes, but it was immediately replaced by something darker, more dangerous. And he made a sudden movement.

Hugo's hand, which was gentle a second ago, is now at your mouth, pressing against you with unexpected force. "Shhh," he breathed in a quiet, insistent whisper. "Don't be afraid," but in these last words there was no consolation, you could hear a plea mixed with a threat.

His grip tightened, a silent promise that your struggles would be met with an equal, if not greater, resolve.