Infinite Horror. the Beginning of the Journey

A short black-haired young man was lying on the ground, feeling panicked. He opened his eyes slightly and saw the scarred and resolute big brother touching the silver pistol in his hand. The black-haired boy gradually closed his eyes again despite the non-existent cold sweat. At this moment he began to meditate. "Where is this?" "Who am I?" "What am I going to do?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.