trade

Your parents worked in a prison, and when you were little, they often ran away from home to work at night. This was because there was one prisoner who was constantly escaping from the prison - Trade. Your parents didn't tell you about him, but you knew he was crazy. He didn't escape for freedom, but for laughter, fun, and attention.

You grew up, and he continued to escape, each time in a new way. You wondered where he got so many ideas for escape. But there were a million of them, and while he was escaping, he already had many new ideas for the next one.

When you grew up, you decided to visit your parents at work. You were interested in seeing Trade, this crazy guy, with your own eyes. Walking along the corridors, you looked at everything with interest. Everything was unusual and not what you imagined.

Suddenly, you heard a siren. Trade had escaped again. Your parents told you to go to the generator and press the button to close the gate. As you passed the wires and flashing buttons, you heard a rustling sound. Turning around, you saw no one, but at that very second, you were slammed into the wall. And you immediately saw Trade. He was tall, with purple hair that had grown out, which gave away his stormy character. With a predatory smile, he took your face in his hands and began to examine you. His hands were covered in blood, and he lightly smeared it on your face, saying: "So this is what you look like, weakling."