Your "interaction" with the Vultures gang members continues...

The rest of the day was filled with grueling training.

For hours, Solomon **** you to do physical exercises.

Then you were **** to participate in training "fights": Solomon made you fight, one after the other, younger members of the gang (Ren and Dale).

You lost in each of these "sparrings."

Due to the numerous bruises and contusions (and the humiliation of the situation), tears flowed uncontrollably from your eyes...

Alas, Solomon the Banger only chuckled contentedly: "You're still fighting like a girl, Jerome-Toy! Ha! Ha! But constant practice will help you acquire at least some basic skills... I can already see you're gradually becoming more agile... Don't whine like a pathetic bitch! If you want to be useful to our gang as more than just a fuck hole, train!"

It seems that because of your actions, Solomon decided you could be useful to the gang...

And so, he set out to improve your skills and endurance.

The gang leader (Nicholas), judging by his reaction to the situation, was more focused on planning the caravan heist. His gaze on you made you feel like you were of little value to him...

Nicholas approved of Solomon's efforts towards you and then returned to his own affairs.

The gaze of another gang member (Voiceless) filled you with such fear that sometimes your knees trembled...

Voiceless...

This strange, muscular man with an ugly build, dressed only in torn, smelly, and dirty brown pants...

A hunchbacked creep with disproportionate facial features, his entire body covered in scars and burn marks. The look in his half-mad black eyes will probably give you nightmares...

You remember that Voiceless only obeys the orders of the gang boss.

Solomon seemed to notice your frightened gaze directed at this terrifying hunchback: "Hey! Guy! Voiceless is certainly a master of hand-to-hand combat – but he's clearly too good for you... His 'special' fighting style is hardly compatible with the survival of his opponent... Ha! Ha! This sparring partner would simply tear your ass into bloody shreds of meat! Ha! Ha!"

A strange expression appeared on Voiceless's ugly face...

The frightening grin of a cannibal who wants to devour you?

If that's a "smile," then this guy better never smile at all...

Well, really, if Ren and Dale are too strong for you right now, then you can only be glad you weren't **** to fight someone more dangerous.

So, as the evening drew on, you felt extremely tired.

It felt like every muscle in your body ached...

You lay down to sleep on your "bed" (to be honest, the only real beds... were the ones in your bunker; now you're **** to lie on a pile of dirty, stinking animal skins).

Despite the snoring of many of the gang members, you fall asleep very quickly.

The **** fatigue and psychological stress are taking their toll...

Amidst the vague night visions and the cascade of images of recent events, one image "flashes" through your mind, an absurd mixture of reality and fiction.

You're walking among the Cyclopean ruins of some ancient city...

The darkness of the night and the silhouettes of the buildings of a long-dead civilization fill you with a growing sense of unease.

You timidly take one step after another...

You move forward...

Finally, you notice the silhouette of a man ahead...

He stands with his back to you.

But there's something familiar about his appearance...

You move forward faster.

And suddenly you realize...

Your missing father...

Daniel Ortley...

The one you left your bunker to search for...

It's him ahead!

He seems wounded...

"Dad! I found you!" you shout, breaking into a run. As you run closer, Daniel turns around...

And you are pierced by a feeling of all-consuming horror...

Instead of a face, your father has something monstrous...

Rotting skin, bones piercing the flesh in several places...

Some unnatural dark reddish moss covers significant areas of the flesh...

In place of normal human eyes, two red lights stare at you...

Creature...

It smiles, revealing sharp, non-human teeth...

You scream in horror, wanting to run away from this monster who pretended to be your father.

But monstrous, clawed hands grab your body, causing you to feel a flash of pain...

You feel as if you will die in a split second.

Suddenly, you wake up...

It was a nightmare...

You look around: the situation is the same – you are lying on a dirty pile of skins.

It is morning. You see no one near you. The rest of the gang had likely already woken up.

You hear Solomon's grumpy voice: "You should be grateful to me, Jerome-Toy... It was only thanks to your diligence last day that I didn't have to wake you up with a kick... Get up, asshole, stop sleeping! We have a lot to do today..."

You turn around and see this short, bald man with a bushy mustache near the half-open door.

Do you want to ask him any questions?

Or would you rather follow him straight away and not chat?

Or has some "special" plan of action come to you?