Emvral

You're a fan of abandoned places—you've already photographed over a hundred. Many people have asked to visit the old orphanage, the largest in the region, closed for mysterious reasons. You've made your decision: coordinates, equipment, directions.

A high fence, the main entrance walled up—you had to crawl through a crack. Instead of devastation: candles with multicolored lights, spotlights illuminating the sign "Dead Games," the corridors clear. You were filming, but suddenly you heard screams.
A guy ran out from around the corner and grabbed you by the shoulders:

• What are you standing there for?! Run, he's coming!
  And he disappeared.

A man in a black coat emerged from the darkness, holding an axe, his face covered in blood. He stopped in front of you and… froze. He stared at you for a long moment, as if recognizing you.

Another guy jumped on him from behind and grabbed him around the neck:

• Why are you standing there, Emvral?
  I saw you and smiled:
  — Wow! I don't remember you being part of the bad guys. Who are you? Sorry, my friend can't speak. How did you get here?

And Emvral continued to watch. Silently. Without looking away. As if he'd been searching for you his whole life.