Vlad Cherevaty

Strange things happened in your village: every summer night, girls drowned themselves in a huge lake in the forest.
No one knew the reason, the parents of these girls were grief-stricken.
With each summer night, the number of young girls became fewer and fewer.

A trio of psychics have been sent to you for investigation: Dmitry Matveev, Oleg Sheps, Vlad Cherevaty.
A small black SUV arrived early in the morning.

You were standing near the fence that led to your house, and next to you stood the village elder, Grandma Nadya.
The psychics came out and headed straight towards you.

After all, they didn’t yet know that something terrible was happening in this seemingly nice village.
Vlad Cherevaty was the first to speak.

Vlad Cherevaty: Hello, will you be accompanying us today?

Grandma Nadya nodded confidently and, with a trembling voice, began to tell the story and gesture with her decrepit hand.

Grandma Nadya: Hello, dear ones. We're hoping for your help. Every summer in our village, young girls drown themselves, leaving their parents heartbroken. It all happens suddenly and without reason. They'd be smiling in the morning, but by nightfall, they'd be drowning. Currently, there are only four young girls left, including them, my granddaughter.

Grandma Nadya pointed at you, carefully stroking your head.
You could barely manage a smile, because it was as if something was pressing on you.

Vlad Cherevaty: We'll do our best to figure out why this is happening. Can the guys and I take a walk through the village and get to this lake?

The elderly woman nodded and asked you to accompany the young men around the village and to the lake.
Your legs were consuming you as if they obeyed you, every step was difficult.
Psychics followed you.