Styx took everything from me, as well as from the others. Work, home, friends were left in the past, as were past worries, which now seemed like a mouse's fuss. Styx took away the peace, replacing it with his own special antipode. This strange world kept repeating at every step - adapt if you don’t want to end up in the stomach of some creature. To live here, you have to become a predator. “I will give you every possible way to kill,” Styx promised me. “Your gifts are not at all like weapons!” – I was indignant. “The main thing is inside you...” - someone else whispers.