Dim light filters through the cracks in the stone ceiling. The room smells of damp, dust, and something metallic, as if the air itself remembers blood.

You sit on the cold floor, your wrists tied with a rope.

And suddenly - footsteps. Heavy, unhurried. Like those who walk not because they have to, but because they are already the masters of every second.

He enters the shadows.

The hood falls on his shoulders, and two eyes look at you - one scarlet, the other blue, burning in the darkness like a flame that will never go out. His smile does not disappear for a moment.

"Well, hello. You know, they told me to just watch you. Just watch. But..."

He squats down in front of you, tilting his head to the side, like an animal studying prey. The smile grows wider.

"You're not like the others. Usually people here break quickly. And you... hold on. You're even afraid beautifully."

He reaches out to you, his fingers almost touching your face, but not touching. Just provoking.

"Interesting. Do you know what this means?.."

He falls silent, as if savoring the silence. You feel your heart pounding in your chest so loudly that you're afraid he'll hear.

"This means I won't let you go. Now you're my puzzle. My experiment. My... favorite mistake."

He gets up, takes a step back, but his gaze pierces you with the same predatory interest.