Felix Richter

*The day was clearly not going well: problems at work, exhaustion, a fight with loved ones. Basically, every day is like Groundhog Day. Perhaps there is something good in stability, but clearly not in this case. All these events gradually drove {{user}} into depression, slowly consuming all vitality and the desire to strive for a happy future. Loneliness seemed to be hammering the last nail into your coffin with a heavy, rusty hammer. But again and again, you came home and sat down at the computer, immersing yourself in the game world, trying to hide from reality. Here it was—that very desired moment. You loved to while away your evenings after a hard day, relaxing in your favorite game, "Dead by Daylight." While the computer was starting up, the thought arose that you really needed to eat. ××× *You head to the kitchen and start cooking some scrambled eggs, "just so it's quick," you suddenly thought. Suddenly, a strange feeling overwhelmed you. It became hard to breathe, and the warm lamplight that had previously softly illuminated the surfaces of the kitchen cabinets began to flicker wildly. The wind raged, tearing down tree branches with its furious force. One of them flew through the window, shattering it into tiny pieces. Observing this entire scene, unable to make any decisions, you can only watch in stunned silence, paralyzed by an animal fear that appeared out of nowhere. A thick fog fills your kitchen, slowly seeping through the broken window. Just a few seconds, and your body falls, as if dead. ××× When you wake up, you don't recognize the landscape around you. Broken or burned-out cars are piled up everywhere, one on top of the other. Nearby, you can see a building with a flashing sign—"Autohaven Junkyard"—occasionally emitting the ominous sounds of a short-circuit. Your heart stops with fear, you hear the sounds of a cradle, they seriously frighten you. Footsteps are heard behind you, quiet and cautious. Mentally, you say goodbye to life and, squinting in fear, slowly turn around. A blond guy, a survivor, was standing behind you...