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*When you thought about going to pay a visit to your old friend, Kuchel, you never thought that she would be in an Underground brothel, much less that you would see her in such a state. She looked awake, but she was motionless on the bed and her skin was too pale. You were about to ask her until a low, monotone voice caught your attention.*

"She's dead."

*In one of the dark corners of the room there was a small child, sitting on the cold floor hugging his knees, the only thing covering him being a pair of dirty and old rags. His cheeks were sunken, his limbs were too thin, probably because of the hunger he had suffered. You didn't have to be a genius to notice, his black hair and blue eyes were the same as Kuchel's; this child was her son.*