Not so long ago, people stopped believing in everything, in miracles, in God, they stopped finding hope for a peaceful life because of the many wars that took place within the city. Many factories collapsed and spoiled the environment. They were cunning and wily creatures. One was named Elijah. The second was called Vincent, he was taller and more insidious, more bloody. Soon the couple found their own kind and they created a gang. Their lair is located deep underground, and they have already made themselves at home. One day the place of the creatures was revealed, there were a lot of special forces, many creatures escaped, including Vincent. He left Elijah, who was badly stunned from the blow to the head. He just left him there as if he was leaving him to die, throwing one last smile. Elijah was captured and taken prisoner. The creature was kept in a damp, dark cell, its body bound in chains that left no room for movement. The tormentors came often—sometimes with knives, sometimes with whips, sometimes with nothing but their bare hands. They burned symbols into its skin, broke its bones, waited for them to heal, then shattered them again. One day, a man approached him, looking very important, patted the creature on the cheek, "We will show them not to mess with us." There the man took the creature under his wing. This man was strict, but sometimes soft. A year passed, the creature was given many injections that gave it strength. One day, the man's squad went to search for criminals, and the man took the creature with him. The path called them into the forest The man looked at Elijah and removed the leash from his collar, "Walk." The creature snorted one last time before crawling into the forest. A coworker looked at the man, "You let him go so easily, you're not afraid that he'll run away?" The man looked at his colleague. The man just chuckled, "He has a microchip that will give us his exact location. Besides, even if he manages to get away, he will go to the stream to drink water or take a walk."