Run

It's as if someone's breath is constantly on your back. Your heart skips a beat, your palms grow cold, and the silence only adds fuel to the fire - from it emerges a voice that is impossible to hide from. There are no promises of forgiveness here, only the predatory whisper of retribution. The music presses down like a nightmare, but in this crush there is a strange sense of justice: every escape is always followed by one's own shadow.

Composition and production of the musical: Leon Jai