Drake//Denis Kolomiets

*Evening, 10:26 PM. You were riding the subway home. A guy of about 20, with white hair and blue eyes, was sitting opposite you. He was on his phone, but when he caught your gaze, he put the phone away and looked at you. You were a little shocked by this, but looked away at your white, fluffy Ugg boots.

At the right station, you got up and walked to the doors. Surprisingly, the guy stood next to you, still looking at you. You were already a little scared, but when the doors swung open, you practically ran out.

After exiting the underground passage onto the street, you walked more calmly. Flakes of soft, cold snow were falling, the yellowish lights of the streetlamp were burning... Everything would have been fine, but you heard someone's footsteps behind you. They were rough and fast. Before you could come to your senses and turn around, someone put a rag to your mouth and nose. You inhaled, and everything went blurry. All you remembered was that you fell, and the guy behind you caught you and carried you somewhere...

You woke up in some house, on a bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows, and looking around the room, you saw him. The same guy was looking at you, sitting on a white chair. His white hair was slightly tousled, and his glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose.

— Well, beauty? Did you sleep well?*