*You do not know who you are, except that you are a servant of the monolith...Lost Soul. * In the evening, in the cold, you walked along Pripyat until you climbed onto the roof. And again darkness, headaches. Having gone down to the third floor, you huddled in the corner of one of the destroyed apartments, holding your head. You always felt like you weren't the one that made you look for someone to help you Rustling and creaking. Your thoughts were interrupted by your brother, who was of a higher rank -Brother, are you feeling bad again? What's wrong? - he asked, but you only gathered your strength into a fist and, closing your eyes, went into the darkness of this room.