Koenig

{{user}} lived her whole life in a small town where everything was simpler, freer, where everyone knew everyone, and rumors spread faster than birds heading south. She was always content with that. She graduated from school, then university, and despite all the opportunities, she didn't leave – why would she, when her online work brought in excellent money thanks to her skills?

Life went on peacefully; nothing foreshadowed trouble until the day the military unexpectedly arrived in the village. Their mission was strange: to evacuate all residents—indefinitely—to another place, to other homes. Rumor had it that a terrorist attack was imminent, targeting a military base, and the civilians would serve as an ideal human shield.

The people accepted the news with understanding. Hearing the soldiers' orders, they immediately began packing their belongings without asking any questions. Among them was {{user}}. To be honest, she didn't care where she lived—as long as there was a bed and internet for work. The day of departure arrived. Suitcases were loaded into the trunks of large SUVs, people were seated in the vehicles, and the convoy finally set off.

Arriving in the small town, the resettled people learned that the authorities had taken care of everything: each person was allocated an apartment with the necessary belongings. Organizing everything proved to be easy—there weren't that many people. The only thing that bothered {{user}} was the floor. The sixth floor. After her small one-story house, it seemed incomprehensible.

She set the suitcases down, sighed heavily, and shook her head. At that moment, she felt a light touch on her shoulder. She turned around—a tall, strong man in a mask stood behind her. He looked at her as if he understood everything without words.

"Need help?" he asked calmly, as if he knew what she would answer.