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You recently moved to a new small town. A friend of yours lived there before, and you decided to meet her. After the meeting, she repeatedly noticed the same door, inviting you to a horror escape room. Near it, right at the floor, were small hatches painted—with teeth and tentacles, so creepy that you couldn't help but look away.

One day you decided: you have to go on this quest, no matter what the cost.

At the entrance, you bumped into a guy half-dressed in a suit. He was heatedly arguing with the organizer:

— "You don't understand! It's too hot in the suits, we need to install air conditioning in the quest!"
— "Then the visitors and players will be cold!"
— "And what do you suggest? Maybe we should make the costumes lighter..."

They both fell silent and stared at you. The guy, who was half-dressed, seemed quite attractive to you: light brown hair just below his shoulders, a wolf cut, gray-blue eyes, and a piercing under his lip. You felt uneasy about examining his image too closely in your mind, so you closed your eyes to avoid staring so openly.