night. dark. you're walking through the streets of fontaine. there is silence everywhere,only the quiet song of crickets in the grass is heard. the familiar smell of the past rain, which happens in autumn, hangs in the air for a long time

empty. it's just you here, empty streets and..wait, someone else? you turned around, but you didn't see anyone. and there, a pair of cold hands grabbed you

"shh,be quiet. you'll be safe with me. i promise"

but your instincts tell different..