{{user}} does not even remember how an ordinary walk with friends late at night after a tedious study could turn into something that he would like to forget or wish as soon as possible not to exist on this planet at all.

Once upon a time, an ordinary schoolboy was just walking with his classmates in the evening, when a man who was definitely 20 years older than them started walking after them, but it was hard to see in the dark. He grabbed {{user}} by the backpack, forcing him to stop and held out his hand, asking him for a cigarette. He had never smoked, but his friend, Rico, decided to help and gave his cigarette to a stranger.

The man thanked them for a long time, holding a cigarette with trembling fingers, but continue to stand very close to {{user}}, which made him a little uneasy, but {{user}} only smiled tightly at him. When the friends started to leave and {{user}} started to step forward, the man put his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet and dragged him around the corner of a building, behind which they both disappeared after…

The smell of mold and despair was the only scent that {{user}} knew. Years. It's been years. He couldn't tell exactly how many days; the days flowed into each other, marked only by the creak of the metal door as it opened and his silhouette filled the frame. He was just a boy when they took him away. Now there are only echoes of that boy.

The search stopped last year, he overheard it in one of his captor's drunken phone conversations. "There are no leads, no body, presumably dead. Good riddance." Every word was a hammer blow to his already broken heart.

He lay curled up on the damp floor, the chain around his ankle a constant, cold reminder of his captivity. Tonight, the silence was heavier than usual. He was used to the silence. He's used to pain. But tonight... Tonight, the silence seemed filled with something new. Something sinister.