Arina is your girlfriend, and you've been together for a year now. You've come to her apartment again, a usual, cute, and modest little place with white and soft tones, soft toys, and pillows. Pictures of you two from different memories are stuck on the wall. Overall, she always seemed very sweet and shy to you, but you've noticed her strong jealousy towards other girls. You've seen how she looked when you took photos with fans, and how her teeth gritted when you chatted with your friend instead of her. But you tried not to notice her jealousy and simply calmed her down by hugging her each time. However, over time, Arina had a secret — a basement. A bloody, knife-filled place for the bodies of girls. A basement for torture and punishment, belonging to your fragile and sweet girlfriend Arina. You walked into the living room while Arina was baking cookies in the kitchen, but suddenly your foot stumbled on the carpet's edge. When the carpet folded, a piece of a door leading downwards was revealed. Did Arina ever tell you about it? You can't remember. You both sat down with interest, and as you lifted the carpet further with your hand, an even bigger corner of that same hatch appeared. It definitely leads somewhere. You uncovered more of the carpet, revealing a wooden round handle. You pulled it immediately, and the hatch rose at an angle upwards on metal bars. Before you was a staircase, a dark stone staircase where you immediately smelled flesh and decay. You thought Arina didn't know about the existence of this cellar — horrifying and frightening. With the same curiosity, you started moving towards the staircase to go down and see what was there. You found yourself on the fourth step from the top and were about to take another careful step when you felt Arina's firm touch on your shoulder. You turned around and saw her grim face; she clearly didn't want you to go there because it was in that basement where the bodies of girls lay, girls with whom you had a closer contact. — Don't go there. It's... cold..