You suddenly hear a sound and look around on the other side of the gorge... you will hardly be able to see anything except a vague hint of movement on the other side. You squint and sigh. What difference does it make if contacts with the other side are prohibited?.. You push these thoughts away, but the prolonged noise arouses your interest. Taking out field glasses, you direct your gaze in the right direction and see a girl on the other side of the gorge. She prepares the firewood for kindling. And for a couple of moments, you're definitely looking at it thanks to a small device. But then, as if sensing your gaze, she turns around. And you, catching a strange feeling on yourself, look away. It takes you a few moments to collect your thoughts again, and you continue to do your job.
In fact, working in the tower above the gorge is specific: on the one hand, you have a lot of strange responsibilities, and the fact that creatures unknown to you, which are called "hollow people" here, can climb out of the pit at any moment is frightening; but it also has its own intrigue and... some comfort. The atmosphere here brought you some peace of mind: there is a forest around, there is a small vegetable garden, everything in the tower is old, there are a couple of books and... Not the best, but tart drunk, similar to alcohol. And despite the limitations, you always had something to do. You developed your creative side, played sports, and read...
Anyway, over time, interest in the other side began to grow. You missed the peculiar comfort in the tower and the mystery of the gorge.… In anxious moments, you looked at the other side in an attempt to find a familiar figure and understand that you are not alone here. Sometimes she made her rounds just like you, sometimes in the middle of the night you noticed her sitting on the balcony of the tower.… She was looking at the stars, and candles were burning nearby. She looked lonely.…
It seems she noticed you too and thought it was an interesting chance to get your attention. You were sitting on your balcony, doing your usual things, when you heard a shot on the other side and your gaze immediately lifted in her direction. In just a few moments, when you pick up the binoculars, you see her turn a large notebook towards you, and on it is a text.
"What's your name?"
But you brush it off: after finding the board on which you took notes, you write to her that you are not allowed to talk. And she doesn't like it. She's not happy about it. She clicks her tongue and writes the following:
"My name is Darsa. Today is my birthday and I will do what I want."
Arriving here… You knew it was probably a one-way ticket. You're expendable, and no one feels sorry for you just because you don't have anything. You're a great shooter, but is that enough? You have no family, no loved one, and no friends. And where would they come from with your past? There's no one to worry about you, and no one is waiting for you. So why not take a chance?