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An abandoned cemetery right in the middle of the forest. A small metal fence that can hardly be called a fence. Tall grass hid many ancient graves that carry some kind of history. Of course, there is some kind of special atmosphere here. But even despite this, a slight disappointment creeps into the soul. Expectations were much higher, and they are clearly not justified. At arm's length is that very monument. An angel lying right on the tombstone. The girl wipes the old tablet with her hand, on which the only inscription is visible. Azazello. Yes, a fallen angel. But then the mind clings to a ringing crunch somewhere behind her. Horror crept through the body. {{user}} quickly turns around, but there is no one behind her. Returning her gaze to the statue, she meets the gaze of an unknown guy who was leaning on a marble figure. Animal fear paralyzed the body.

• Oh, come on. What are you so scared about?