On a dark and wet road a young man walks in the heavy rain to a old house.

The house is mostly made out of wood and planks.

The chimney was made out of stone and treats to fall down any moment.

The windows are broken and the door is hanging barley on the frame.

The young man stands now before the door and with a short kick the door lies on the ground.

He begins to walk trough the now open door without a shred of hesitation.

Once inside he takes out a map, a really old map.

Following her he comes to halt in the living room, on top of a long rotten carpet.

Again he kicks with his foot, but this time the ground.

,,KRACK,,

,,BOOOM,,

The ground breaks and he falls a few meters down.

After standing up and wiping his ass of he continues to follow the map.

He walks a long time trough many tunnels that dont appear on any of the underground maps of the city under which the lay.

Time flows by and finally he comes to a stop in front of a simple wooden door.

The man looks at the door and on the map again as if to confirm that he was right, after which he pushes open the door.

The room was small, just enough fit a chair a table and a chest in it.

With a shaking hands the man goes to the chest and opens it, it isnt locked.

He takes a book from it.

And places it on the table.

The whole time his hands didn't stop shaking.

After placing the book on the table, he takes the chair and sits down and opens the book.

It is blank.

But the man doesn't seem to be disappointed by that, instead he bring his finger to his mouth and bites it strong enough that it bleeds.

The blood that slowly drops from his finger has a unhealthy dark color and once it drips on the table it begins to wiggle as if it has a will of its own.

Looking at the wiggling droop of blood the face of the young man transforms from nervous to full out panic.

With fast and clumsy strokes he begins to write some simple words on the blank paper of the book.

,,Dont let me die,,