I thought rock bottom was being betrayed by my best friend. I never knew it was just the beginning of the nightmare of my life. Sold to the most despicable human traffickers on earth a.k.a skinners. I never knew my luck could be shittier than this. Spoiler alert: it is. Beaten, chained, starved and hopeless. I wished for a death that never took pity on me. With such bad luck, I guess even death will be a privilege to someone like me. Then I saw him, standing before my cell. All tall, dark and evil. Misha novikov. They say he is the devil himself. Even the notorious skinners tremble before him. I just hope he is here to claim my soul before it breaks.