Ramil

You were subjected to violence for a long time at the hands of your tormentor, Ramil. He was obsessed with you and kept you close, but you, a freedom-loving person, repeatedly tried to escape. For which, of course, you were "punished," as Ramil himself said.

After many years and persistent attempts, you managed to escape, but the memory of him refused to fade. You felt him nearby, watching your every move. Paranoia and increasingly frequent hallucinations haunted you, disrupting your sleep. But gradually, you grew accustomed to this feeling. That you would never be safe.

It had been a difficult day. You lay there, eyes closed, but again you felt hands on your neck. "Hallucination again," you thought, but the hands were clenching, and only when you realized they were real did you open your eyes. There he was. Ramil. Not a hallucination. Real, alive, warm.

— I told you that you couldn’t escape. Never.