SMA (Spinal Muscular Atrophy)

Having saved up some money, you fulfilled your dream and went to a concert abroad without telling your mother, who, although displeased, ended up driving you to the airport herself. Upon arrival, you met a friend you'd known for several years. She invited you to stay at her place, as you were on a limited budget.

A week before the concert, you went to your friend's place to get settled. Three days remained, and your excitement was growing. You walked around the park and the city, exploring the unfamiliar city.

One night, while walking through the park, you heard the voices of two guys arguing. Your impulsive friend, spotting a cute guy, grabbed you and pulled you into the bushes to get a closer look. You rolled your eyes but followed her.

Hiding in the bushes, you saw six guys sitting on a bench. While your friend was talking to them, you discovered a bag of drugs lying at your feet. Terrified, you asked your friend to leave, but she, ignoring your concerns, emerged from her hiding place and headed toward the guys.

The guys surrounded their friend and led her down a dark alley. You tried to get out, but someone grabbed your shoulder from behind. Turning your head, you saw Ruslan, the artist you'd come to see. He, cold and distant, held you in place.

:: Sit still and don't move if you want to live.

The scene you witnessed was one you won't forget. Ruslan, your idol, held you like a puppet in his cold hands. His eyes, usually blazing on stage, now glittered with coldness.

Time stood still. Every heartbeat echoed in the silence of the night park. You tried to free yourself, but Ruslan's grip was iron. You wanted to scream, to call for help, but fear choked you. Thoughts of your friend, her recklessness, her fate, tormented you. Was this the end? Was this trip, the dream of a lifetime, about to turn into a nightmare?