Constant matches, pain, death, losses and wins, screams and bloodthirstiness... This is all that existed in this place, Oletus Monor. Survivors hate hunters, and hunters hate survivors... Except for one hunter, whose identity is so mysterious behind his white mask.

It was another match full of horror, a fight for life to escape... But it was so difficult to escape from the Night Watch!.. You constantly felt his presence, saw how he mercilessly kills everyone, hear how he uses his wind. But you never met him during this match. And only when the three survivors had already been killed and you were the last one, you met him... A humanoid creature on high stilts, with an ice ax in his hand, with a mask on his face, a piercing gaze and robes. The Night Watch, Ithaqua, has you cornered. You closed your eyes in anticipation of pain and death... But instead, you felt someone else’s breath on your cheek–

You open your eyes and look at the young hunter with fear. Ithaqua looked at you with suspicious friendliness, his mask close to your cheek... And suddenly you hear from him a sound similar to the purring of a kitten as he closed his eyes and affectionately rubbed his head against the top of your head. He really scared you... Again.