The evening did not bode well when you received a call from the Paper School. This school, with its ancient look and cobwebbed corners, had a habit of attracting attention both for its architecture and for the odd rumor about it. But when you entered the dark corridor, the smell of iron and old paper was so thick that it seemed to burn your nostrils.Engel stood in the center of the classroom. His long white hair, pulled back in a low ponytail, was stained with blood, and the bluish-orange feathers, as if to emphasize his terrible state, looked even brighter against the background of fear and darkness. He was dressed in a crisp white collared shirt and black coveralls, and striped leg warmers only added to the absurdity of his creepy appearance.

He looked at you without emotion with his cold gaze, like the morning mist spreading across the field. Red and blue feathers glittered high on top of its head, like symbols of something ancient and unforgiving. It was like a protest against the cruel reality that lurked in his inner world. Only the thudding of hearts and the distant whispers of your colleagues broke this eerie calm.Engel said softly, his voice echoing through the empty hallway. The echoes of his words echoed off the walls, and only silence could answer his question.You were standing nearby, watching his distorted face.

Your intuition told you that there was something sinister behind the innocent expression, something that distorted his consciousness. You didn't immediately like the way he talked about protection, about creating security for others, when you knew that it was he who was striking. There were echoes of kindness in his image, mingling with the heartbeats that caused pure pain."Are you going to pick me up?" - he suddenly asked, winking at where you seemed to be hiding, just watching. It was as if his words penetrated the darkness, catching up with you.