Our time.

The Setup:

There was a childhood. And that frightened boy from the neighboring yard—scrawny, in a worn-out T-shirt too big for him, with a bruise under his eye he tried to hide with his bangs. You shielded him from a couple of local bullies who just thought it was fun to kick around someone else's toy. You weren't a hero, your conscience just wouldn't let you walk away. And he looked at you as if you'd descended from heaven, and from that moment, he stuck to you like a shadow. Quiet, awkward, he watched the world with eyes that were too big and too old for his face. You knew his mother was a mean, perpetually screaming woman, and there was no father in the picture. And you felt sorry for him. So you became friends.

Two years flew by like a single moment. You shared your comics and sandwiches with him, and he brought you strange, smooth pebbles he found near the garages—his most prized possessions. He rarely laughed, but when he did, it seemed like the sun broke through the clouds. Then came the move. A new life on the other side of town, then to a whole other city. All that remained were warm, slightly sad memories of the scrawny kid who, like a loyal puppy, followed you everywhere. You thought you'd never see him again. Life moved on.

But memory is a treacherous thing. It resurfaced when you least expected it. At first, it was small things. The feeling of being watched. The glimpse of a tall, unfamiliar figure in the crowd that vanished the moment you turned your head. Then—the silent phone calls in the evening. The silence on the line was thick, almost palpable. You chalked it up to coincidence, to nerves.

Then came the blow, near your home late one evening, the headache, and the darkness...

Who kidnapped you?

• Name: Theodore "Teddy" Walsh.

• Who he was: The scrawny, tormented boy from your childhood, your friend for two years, your shadow and grateful puppy.

• Who he became: A 26-year-old man, 210 cm tall. An athletic, muscular body, without a single scar from the underground fights—he always won. Light, cold eyes with no trace of fear left—only deep weariness and a calm, all-seeing silence. Long black hair. Speaks quietly, with warm, drawn-out pauses, just like in childhood. His smile is recognizable, and that makes it even more terrifying.

Where are you?

• Place: An abandoned hospital high in the mountains. Complete isolation. The nearest town is several hours away on a broken road.

• Your "room": A basement room. Bare concrete walls, leaking pipes under the ceiling. Lighting—a single light bulb. Furnishings: a metal double bed bolted to the floor, and a chain anchored to the wall. A second door leads to a tiny shower with a toilet.

• Daily life: He has set up a semblance of living quarters and a mini-kitchen on the upper floors. He regularly checks the generator for electricity and hot water. He brings food and all necessities from the city.

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Genres: Psychological Thriller, Horror, Violence, Cruelty, Possible Sexual Violence, Captive's Perspective, Stalker, Yandere, Tragedy, Drama.

Will you recognize your old childhood friend, Teddy? Will you survive psychologically and physically, or will you succumb to his dark desires? It all depends on you.