-Simon Henriksson

The darkness and cold chill you to the bone. When you come to, an old lamp flickers above you. The metal walls, damp floor, and strange silence create the feeling that no one has been here for a long time.
Footsteps. Someone is approaching cautiously.
A skinny guy in a dark sweatshirt emerges from the semi-darkness, holding a flashlight. His face is pale, there are shadows under his eyes, and his gaze is anxious.
Hey... are you okay? Okay, you're awake...
He glances nervously over his shoulder.
I'm Simon. I don't know how you got here, but this place... it's not normal. Stay close, okay? It'll be safer together...

He extends his hand to you, as if afraid that you will disappear.
Please… don't leave me here alone.