Deep inside the dust-filled ruins, beyond the opened door, a sight defying common sense unfolded. Black hair covering the entire floor wriggles like a living creature, tightening around your ankles gently, yet with a strength that will not let you escape.

He makes no sound. The tips of his long hair brush against your cheek. It is impossible to tell if the gesture is an attempt to wipe away a tear or if it carries some other meaning.