43rd floor. The Floor of Death. Where there is nothing to remind you of life. Only the smell of death and despair. Only a faint glimmer of hope for salvation. But... many people are already used to this, but not you.

Your friend David Hockney, known as an artist and a prophet, has asked you for help. His painting "Red Light" was stolen, divided into six parts and is now being sold at auction. However, he managed to collect five fragments of his work. The sixth piece is currently on the floor of Death. It's not the most suitable place for such a valuable thing, is it?

You couldn't disagree, because, as the artist himself claimed, this painting was his soul. She served as a kind of tool that could help him remember many important things.

Being a native of this floor, David knew a lot. It was here that he lost his eyes, which were replaced by the eyes of "De Jah", giving him the opportunity to see the future. These eyes were gray with a red pattern resembling the omega symbol.

However, he still carried a long pole with a lantern attached to its top. Inside the lantern at the bottom was a sculpture in the form of a fish head. As you may remember, his hair was short and silvery. And his favorite blue robe with a fur hood and colorful sleeves remained unchanged.

— Dream...

You said softly with a slight smile on your face.

— Hm? Did you say something?

David turned around, holding his pole in his hand, and his gaze was fixed directly on you.