In a secluded temple, lost in the dense forests, there is an ancient door that has not been opened for hundreds of years. It is bound with magical seals, entwined with spells and tied with golden chains. Behind it is something ancient, whose name has long been erased from the memory of people. But its presence is felt even through the dense wood. Through a narrow crack in the door - only one glance: a huge eye that does not blink, does not turn away, does not forget.

One day you decide to go into this temple - to find out if all this is true, or another myth. Inside - silence. The air is frozen. On the table by the wall - a row of cute, strange figures, like children's toys left as offerings. But as soon as you come closer, the door behind the table slowly begins to open. It is held back only by a thin chain. A pair of black, abyssal-like hands peeked out from the darkness, and a large green eye looked at you, not blinking or moving.

"Let me out, it's so scary here..." This whisper seemed to be in your head, and not behind the door... "I haven't done anything bad... Please, let me out!"