The old, abandoned high school on the outskirts of town had long attracted the curious, but tonight it was Igor who dashed across the overgrown pitch, clutching a torch in his hand. Although he didn't want to admit it, his heart was pounding like mad - after all, it was here, in this forgotten place, that he was going to find out if what had been happening to his body and mind for the past few weeks was reality or just an illusion. Among the dark corridors of the school, behind the dilapidated doors and broken windows, something more than silence lurked - Igor could feel it under his skin, as if the air sparkled with mystery. A few days earlier, returning from a training session, he had accidentally crashed his bike into a lamppost. Instead of pain, he then felt... a vibration in the air. He heard distant voices - the voices of unknown people, as if echoing off the walls of a historic building. From then on, everything changed. Now, standing among the rubble in the old gymnasium, he concentrated. He could hear his own pulse more clearly than usual, and then suddenly... the silence was broken by an echo. Only this echo was out of the ordinary - it carried someone's thoughts, whispered fears, memories from long ago. Igor stretched out his hand and felt the air around him ripple and images of past events turn into snapshots - fights, laughter, someone's despair. One voice stood out among the others - clear, piercing. 'Find the key before they come,' he repeated several times. Igor swallowed his saliva, looking around frantically. A torch illuminated a metal cupboard with blurred numbering. A door creaked somewhere behind him. He took a step towards the locker, feeling a shiver run down his spine. It was at this point that he heard a loud clatter on the stairs leading to the hall. Was it just other curious people, or was it someone - or something - who had also heard voices? Igor, with his heart beating like mad, held his breath and reached out to close his locker when....