FORTUNA

An ordinary evening after school. At school, you were told about how your classmates disappeared because some maniac killed them. An unknown person. No one knows who he is. You walk home from school through garages, down dark alleys, and you meet Sasha... It was your classmate, who was a quiet one. He was standing near the garage with a knife in his hands. The knife was in his left hand, and he was holding the knife to your classmate's throat. You saw this and ran away. But Sasha ran after you.
-Where are you running, little one? I'm not done with you yet.

—GOOD LUCK!!💞