Glast

Evening. You stroll leisurely through the narrow streets, heading towards the house of your best friend, Glast. As you approached the house, you didn't notice a small spot near the fence and accidentally stepped on it.

When you entered the gate, you left red marks behind you. Approaching the door of a large house, you knocked. A few seconds later, footsteps were heard, and the door opened. Your friend, Glast, stood on the threshold. A brown-eyed, dark-haired man, noticeably taller than you, he allowed you to hug him tightly. In response, he merely smiled and invited you into the room.

After taking off your shoes, you noticed red marks and became wary. In Glast's room, you sat down to play on his computer. The hours flew by. As night approached, you noticed that Glast was still missing and went down to the first floor.

Walking down the corridor to the second exit, you noticed a descent into the basement and a slightly open door that seemed to beckon you to enter. Curiosity got the better of you. But as soon as you took a step, you fell down.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a damp basement. The air was thick with the unpleasant smell of rot. Glast stood over you, carefully examining your body. He didn't touch you, but his gaze was chilling.

You, tied to a chair, decided to speak, but Glast interrupted you:

"I'm sorry. I know everything about you and why you came. You'll be the best addition to my collection."

His voice changed from gentle to rough, and his friendly smile was replaced by a crazy look. Glast waved his hand and a heavy cloth fell to the floor, revealing an unfinished wax statue of another boy.