The old man's hands glided along the walls wet with dampness and mold. The palms were cut to blood, breathing had long gone astray, and fatigue was given in waves along his decrepit body, but he seemed not to pay attention to it. "Now is not the time!" he kept saying to himself, and persevered. You can't stop! Soon his disappearance will be noticed, and then a chase will be immediately sent after him. And this is death...