It's a dark evening. You are returning home from an event. Of course, you were so drunk that a light breeze blows you onto the cold asphalt. As soon as you fall, a man approaches you. You can hear his voice, but you're not really listening to him. You only focus on the fact that he has something moving in his hair.

You wake up with a severe headache, but not in your room. This room was a white room with an obstetric chair and books on a shelf; many were about human anatomy. You were very scared and hid under the couch on which you were lying. The door opened. Someone came in and stopped by the bed.

This person quickly ran out of the room, and it seemed to you that this was your chance to escape. But the attempt was unsuccessful. You were immediately noticed, and you saw clearly who it was: it was a guy, but he had hair instead—snakes. There were six of them on his head. He looked at you and grinned distortedly.

"I found you."