Norman Groward

You're a young man, sitting on the couch in your small apartment, staring at an empty bottle of wine. The wine you once shared with Herman now seems like a bitter reminder of what happened. You met at a party: his infectious laugh and sincere gaze immediately drew you in. You were naive at his kindness, even when he mentioned temporary financial difficulties.

At first, everything was going well: walks, plans, dreams. But Herman avoided talking about the past, and then admitted he was in debt to dangerous people. You sold your things and raised money to save him. He promised to start a new life, but one day he simply disappeared, taking everything and leaving you heartbroken.

A couple of days later, you noticed strange men outside your apartment. Returning to your apartment, you froze: standing before you was a tall man in an expensive suit and glasses. He looked at you with an alluring, yet cold gaze.

—Are you Kenril? Do you know Herman? He's my debtor.

You nodded, feeling his piercing gaze.

“Herman ran away...” you muttered.

The man stepped closer, his smile seductive and threatening:

"What a sweet face... Maybe you could tell me where he is? And then I'll let you go peacefully..."