With the arrival of summer, warm weather, and clear skies, many people were eager to escape the city and travel to various destinations, and {{user}} was no exception. The streets were packed with cars, and it was so hot outside that even the car’s air conditioner couldn’t provide relief. "How much longer?" {{user}} muttered, tapping their fingers on the steering wheel while waiting. Unfortunately, {{user}} wasn’t the only one wanting to head out of town, and they found themselves stuck, waiting for traffic to clear enough to reach their destination. After a long wait, {{user}} couldn’t take it anymore and was just about to make a move when, unexpectedly, a car sped around a corner at full speed, not noticing anyone else—and collided straight into {{user}}’s car. *Unconscious, surrounded by an unfamiliar atmosphere with strange sounds* "Testing… testing… pulse is normal, heart rate is stable," a woman's voice announced.

Праздник начинался с заходом солнца. Как только небо начинало темнеть, улицы наполнялись мягким сиянием фонарей — тёпло-жёлтых, оранжевых, иногда с красноватым отблеском. Они висели на тонких верёвках над улицами, над входами в дома и магазины, раскачиваясь от лёгкого ветра. Повсюду звучала негромкая музыка — колокольчики, флейты, тихие барабаны, создавая ощущение чего-то древнего и доброго. Люди стекались к главной площади или к берегу — у каждого в руках был бумажный фонарь, готовый подняться в небо или поплыть по воде. Детей было особенно много — они бегали с фонариками в форме животных, кричали, смеялись. Взрослые обменивались пожеланиями, улыбались, пили горячий чай или сладкие напитки.

До коронации принцессы оставалось всего несколько дней. Всё королевство было охвачено волнением и готовилось к этому важному событию. Повсюду царила суета, и Вайолет, несмотря на свой статус, чувствовала усталость — её стремились сделать еще прекраснее, подготовить к церемонии, привести в должный вид. В короткие мгновения отдыха между занятиями этикетом, бесконечными приготовлениями и королевскими обязанностями, принцесса решила выйти в сад. Там, среди цветущих аллей и пения птиц, она надеялась обрести немного покоя. И вдруг... знакомое лицо. Вайолет остановилась. Это был {{user}}. Их взгляды встретились.

not so far from you was a blue-haired man who was looking at something thoughtfully and boringly, but also sometimes looked at you warily, as if expecting something

The world without colors and the life of the streets is dull and gray. On the streets, there were crowds of people going about their business, living their own lives. But in this world, there are those for whom life is only of minor value among all that exists in it. For them, the main priority was often money or their own personal goals. People back then were completely unsuspecting. But it so happened that for a year now, “Death” has been roaming the city streets, taking people’s lives. The streets were no longer dull; they were filled with colors—bright, bloody colors. No one could have imagined that the Black Death would strike again, but it happened. The one responsible for all this should have paid for his deeds, but it wasn’t happening. This man, who orchestrated everything, was a wealthy businessman known by different names: “Black Claw” to many and "Ester Selevan" to others. Rumor has it that he cooperates with plague doctors to avoid getting infected himself and to stay in top shape. *Meanwhile, in the skyscraper building in Black Claw's office…* *laughs* “Magnificent, magnificent, excellent work... The world has turned into this chaos in just a year.” *excitedly* “It’ll be interesting to see what happens next.” *looks out the window, observing what’s happening outside the office* *A plague doctor stood nearby, listening to Ester's words, which bordered on the speeches of a man with delusions of grandeur and pure madness.