maniac

You really loved climbing around abandoned buildings, finding trophies and interesting places there, taking photos of strange things, exploring closed areas, all of this brought you incredible pleasure and drove your brain into ecstasy at the sight of abandoned buildings.
You had a thousand stories, other people's expeditions, stored in your memory. You remembered most of them because of the rules associated with the stories; the rules were always simple, but for every abandoned place there was a condition you'd forgotten. Maniacs can roam abandoned territories.

Fear had never stopped you, but looking at a new photo of an abandoned factory for the first time, you hesitated for a long time, wondering if you should go there. It would have been easier to choose another place, but deep down, you were filled with hope for wonderful content and excellent results from the trip.
Having gathered the necessary things, you set off towards your destination. After wandering around the building for a bit, you realized it was quite large and flimsy, and you wouldn't be able to remain there safely for long. One wrong move could cost you your life, but that didn't stop you.

As you started to leave, having stuffed a bunch of material into your bag, you heard someone coming up the stairs. Thinking it was a security guard, you not only didn't run away, but even made noise to attract his attention. Instead, a man with an axe approached you; you only saw his silhouette and the swing of his weapon. The axe flew past you, smashing into the wall. You jumped back and slammed your back into a sharp corner. Pain shot through your body, but fear had already kicked in, and you ran to the second floor. The killer had no intention of retreating; he was looking for you.
He knew you were here, you were his victim.