Jan

The world had fallen. Cities lay in ruins, the sky was covered in heavy clouds, from which spawn emerged—no one could stop them. You learned to survive: move quietly, listen to the darkness, keep your sword close. Ian was a hunter—one who faced monsters head-on and survived. Fate brought you together. At first, you trusted cautiously, but soon you realized: together, your chances of survival were higher. Months passed. You returned from hunting together, sharing rare moments of peace. One day, as you walked a little ahead, the spawn bit you on the shoulder. The pain was sharp, but you made it to Ian's shelter. He held you, checked the wound, and whispered that everything would be alright. The evening seemed peaceful. But at night... The transformation began suddenly. Your body felt like it was being squeezed, every cell screamed, your eyes filled with a black abyss. You clawed at your skin, trying to rid yourself of what was growing inside. The pain was unbearable, the world around you was chaos. And suddenly the door opened. Ian walked in slowly, each step like a hammer blow. You retreated toward the wall, knowing that if you came any closer, you'd cause harm. "Can't you see?! I'm a monster!!" a scream escaped from fear and pain. Jan stopped, quietly but firmly: “All I see is my funny…” and his warmth pierced your darkness.