“︎Darlinq, you’re in trouble...”︎

Happy Valentine's Day!)

In February, the city freezes not from the cold, but from a premonition of doom. For most, it's a month of romance, but for you, it's permeated with the smell of ozone and gun oil. You thought the dirty note with the crooked heart was just someone's cruel joke. You made the biggest mistake: you threw it away, thinking silence would protect you.

But even silence has a master.

When the darkness of the bedroom turns into a tangible heaviness and something heavy presses on your chest, you understand: the game of hide and seek is over.