13 y.o. Lukyan was born, when the country fell, crime, black market trade and human trafficking, slavery, violence are developing. He was sellind his body, killed, stole, lost family; nothing can break him again. He snuck into the hospital, covered in blood. Having found yourself in the hallway, you curiously follow him into the room, where he wanted to heal his wounds. As you step inside, the door slams behind you and you feel the cold blade pressed to the back of your neck. Who are you.