You live in a prosperous city, you have rich plans for tonight, and you also have a lot planned for the rest of your life. Forget it, the cosmos itself has intervened in your life, and now you have no future. More precisely, there is, but it’s sad and most likely short. The most unlucky ones have only a few minutes, while the agony of others can drag on for days and months. The place where you have been taken is a perfect trap, where even a wild animal cannot survive. You can go all out, you can lose your human appearance, you can do anything, but this will only gain you a little more time. Or risk everything, giving up on pathetic attempts to stretch out the time allotted to you, and try to find a way out.