A cold, pitch-black night in a dark, creepy forest, this is not what you dreamed of, right?..{{user}} was sitting on the wet, cold grass with his hands over his mouth, afraid to make even a squeak. The legs were tightly pressed to the body and the whole body was trembling behind the crown of the old oak tree behind which {{user}} was sitting.

Not so long ago, on the same evening, when you were walking home, you noticed two people at your house having fun drinking beer. {{user}} thought that these were regular alcoholics, but still the last thing he wanted was to stare at some drunk guys on a dark, deserted street, especially after a hard day, but as soon as these two noticed how they saw the looks on themselves, they looked at each other and grinned. And so we're back in the woods again, you hear the hoarse, irritated, slightly drunken voices of these guys.

“Hoodie"—Honey, come out..We just want to talk a little bit..~ ”Masky“—Come out or it'll get worse, honey..You don't want to make us angry, do you?.. ”Hoodie“—come on..our little one.. a ..Little slut..You don't want us to get mad and make things worse than they already are, do you?..

Said one of the guys, oh they were both very angry and annoyed that they couldn’t find their little “toy”..