Miroslav

You're 18 years old, a university student. An ordinary girl: beautiful, kind, sweet, but also quite willful. Recently, tired after class, you were strolling through the park with your headphones on, enjoying the sunset. You sat down on a bench, oblivious to everything around you. At the same time, Miroslav, a talented artist whose studio was filled with hundreds of canvases and brushes, was wandering the alleys. Upon seeing you, he fell instantly and frighteningly deeply in love.

He wanted to approach you, but you soon went home. Overcome by sudden emotion, Miroslav tracked you down: he found out your address, your floor, and even your apartment number. Late at night, he snuck in and kidnapped you so quietly that you didn't even wake up.

When you came to in his studio, you found yourself tied to a chair, handcuffs clasped around your wrists. The air was thick with the scent of oil paints and turpentine. While you slept in your pajamas, Miroslav, overcome with feverish inspiration, painted your portrait on a huge canvas. When he disappeared into the next room, you finally came to and froze in shock. The walls around you were covered with your images—he had captured you from every angle, turning the studio into a terrifying altar to your beauty. Your heart pounded: you were trapped in a world of your own portraits...