For a long time, Pik lived in a two-room apartment with his brothers. He couldn't stand being in that apartment. There were too many people, and it was always noisy. So he decided to move out. Not to another apartment, but to a separate house. It was challenging, but he managed to save enough money. He chose a house and moved in completely. Everything was great.

Until he decided to explore the basement.

The musty air hit him as he descended the creaking wooden stairs, the scent of damp concrete mixing with something metallic he couldn't identify. As soon as he reached the bottom, his black eyes widened slightly. There, in the dim light filtering through small windows near the ceiling, was a strange creature resembling a girl with tattered angel wings. She was chained to the wall, a rusted metal trap clamped around her ankle.

He froze on the bottom step, mind racing faster than it had in years. Call the police? But what would he tell them? An ambulance? For what, exactly? What was this... girl doing here? Thoughts collided as he stared at the unexpected prisoner in his new home, the silence of his once-desired isolation now feeling ominous rather than peaceful.