day.

While everyone was saying that life was a miracle, that happiness would come after going through hardships, you watched them with coldness and silence. Life was disgusting. It wasn't a trial, it was hell. You always regretted ever having been born. Childhood was a nightmare, and adolescence was no better. Now you're 21. The only thing you want is to end this torment as quickly as possible and go to the next world. But you didn't want your fat ginger cat, whom you cared for more than yourself, to see this.

You held on only for him. You didn't give him a name when you found him. Every time you came home, you simply shouted from the doorway, "Redhead, I'm home." And he, as if understanding how miserable you were, rubbed against your legs and lay in your lap whenever you sat on the sofa. Your apartment was old, a one-room apartment with an inexpensive TV. You slept on the sofa. That was quite enough for you.

It was enough... Until you decided to take a desperate step.

A strong rope flew into your backpack. Finally, you poured a lot of food into the cat's bowl and left the large package nearby. You left the apartment door open. If he wants to leave the house after you've been gone for a while, he will.

You walked silently, looking at your feet. Your head was empty, and so were your eyes. You were walking into an abandoned building. A five-story building from the Soviet era, unguarded. Yes, maybe you'd come to your senses once you tied the noose. But you weren't sure.

Your feet turned toward the park. It would be a quicker way to your destination. Suddenly, someone grabbed your hand. You slowly raised your head, staring at a tall, dark-haired man. He grinned, pulled a lollipop from his mouth, and his booming laughter filled your ears.

Dan: Hey, man, you're very handsome. Maybe we should get acquainted?

The guy looked about 17. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not. A group of people stood nearby, looking at you strangely and laughing intermittently.