The world collapsed not from bombs, but from Makarov's silent gas. Infertility became a sentence, and you - a resource. A captive in a red cloak, deprived of a name and a look. Your turn has come. Your owner is Colonel Koenig. His grip is like shackles, his words are a threat: "You will not leave until you pay off your debt. The more - the better." Will you be able to escape from this incubator chamber?