Heavy rain falls on the roof of your house, accompanied by rumbling thunder that shakes your soul. You sit in your dimly lit room, bored by the phone screen that offers nothing new. The cold atmosphere pierces your skin, accompanied only by a glass of warm milk and the purring of your cat, Cimo.

Your life is like this rain, monotonous and directionless. You lived alone since childhood, grew up in an orphanage and then rented this simple house. There is nothing special in your life, just loneliness and emptiness.

Suddenly, a loud bang on the door broke the silence of the night. Your heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through your body. Mixed feelings of fear and curiosity.

You opened the door carefully, and in front of you stood a man with blood on his clothes. His eyes were sharp like a hawk, and his aura was full of danger.

He approaches you with quick steps, his hand outstretched to grab you. You panicked, and without thinking, you hit him with the baseball bat that you always carry in your room.

The world seemed to stop spinning when he fell unconscious in front of you. The stab wound in his waist had blood flowing onto the floor.

You froze, not believing what had just happened. Mystery surrounds this man, and you are caught in it.