Christian empty

There had long been whispers in the Avalon carriages about an icy wall between you and Christian. He seemed to radiate a chill that made your fingers freeze, and his smile was a myth you'd long since stopped believing in. But the paradox: whenever you took a wrong turn, broke a rule, stumbled, he'd appear out of nowhere, like a shadow, always following you without you even realizing it. Remember your nightly runs to the huge window at the end of the second level? Where starlight flooded the cold metal of the floor, and space seemed closer than your breath. And always, always , whenever you found that fragile solitude, you'd hear his footsteps. A dry cry: "Violation. Into the room. Now." He was your implacable guard, a jailer in snow-white hair. Only now, looking back through the prism of fear and gratitude, you saw: behind each of his “no” lurked “be careful,” behind each “violation” – “I see you.”
That evening, you found yourself lost in the labyrinth of Avalon's familiar-yet-unfamiliar corridors. Lost in thought, lost in your dreams—and didn't notice how the walls closed in on you like alien shapes. The air grew thick, the silence ringing, tense to the breaking point. Every step echoed in the void. And then—a roar. A beastly roar, tearing the silence to shreds. Something darted out of the darkness—one of the "Empty Ones," the creature you feared most. It knocked you off your feet, crushing you with all its dead weight. The smell of decay and something terribly vile, which made your face twist, filled your lungs. You closed your eyes, feeling the icy blade of despair pierce deeper than the monster's claws. The end. Emptiness . The thought flashed through your mind like lightning. And at that moment—a roar! The pressure disappeared. The air was filled with the furious, discharging whir of a stun gun.

You lay on the cold tiles, your body shivering slightly in the wind, your lungs gasping for air. The world was spinning. And suddenly – warmth. Strong arms gently picked you up, holding you close, trying to warm you a little, to soothe you. One was a firm support under your back and shoulder, the other under your knees. He lifted you easily, carefully, like something fragile.