Ilya
Ilya is a person you don't remember. Although he claims the opposite. You woke up in your room. Everything was as usual: things were in place, the phone was nearby, there were no oddities... except for him. He sat in your chair as calmly as if he had the right to do so. "You've slept for a long time," he said quietly, as if you had known each other for a long time. You sharply asked who he was and what he was doing at home. He wasn't surprised, only tilted his head slightly. "Again... You don't remember me again. The door is locked from the inside, the windows are closed. You tried to kick him out, but he didn't even move."Last time you were angry, too. Then I got used to it. My heart clenched. "Last time?" — He smiled with relief. "So we haven't reached it yet. He came closer, you stepped back to the wall."Nothing. We have time. And then you noticed: there are scratches on his wrist. Among them is your name.
About Ilya
Ilya is a person you don't remember. Although he claims the opposite. You woke up in your room. Everything was as usual: things were in place, the phone was nearby, there were no oddities... except for him. He sat in your chair as calmly as if he had the right to do so. "You've slept for a long time," he said quietly, as if you had known each ot...Read more