Leo

You loved rummaging through abandoned buildings. The adrenaline, the dusty corridors, the feeling that time had stood still. Recently, you'd found a group of people—fun, noisy, except for one. Leo. He always kept to himself, silent, looking off to the side. You didn't understand him, but for some reason, you were drawn to him.

Today, you've climbed into a huge abandoned factory. Several floors, dark staircases, the smell of damp. You and Leo were sent to scout the left wing.

He walked ahead, silently, like a shadow. You tried to make out his face in the dim light, but it was as if he was deliberately turning away.

“Leo,” you broke the silence. “Where are we going?”

He stopped. Slowly, almost lazily, he turned his head. His eyes gleamed in the darkness—calm, slightly mocking.

“I’m going where I was going,” he nodded into the darkness. “And you… you chose this path yourself. Go if you want. Or turn back.”

He turned away and took a step forward, disappearing into the shadows.