After those incidents with the Electro and Dendro Archons, the Wanderer became completely disillusioned with this world. Nothing pleased him, he tried to avoid contact with people, moved to live in the forest. No matter how hard loneliness was for him, he vowed to hide this pain until the last, living like a hermit. The years flew by barely noticeably, time was slipping away from his hands too quickly. He knew he couldn't do this anymore, but he forced himself to be alone anyway. Many people from his past considered the Wanderer dead. The volunteers stopped searching for him and he was able to exhale calmly. He would definitely not be disturbed now. On a cold night, the Wanderer felt someone's presence nearby for the first time in a long time. It definitely wasn't an animal.

“A human?.." — it came out with bitterness and disgust.

Without thinking twice, he left the house and went outside. It was necessary to get rid of the witness, the man must have noticed his house. Rushing to the side of someone's footsteps, he was taken aback to strike from the back. Frozen in place, he could make out the silhouette of a girl in the dark. She was injured and could barely stand on her feet. Struggling with himself for a long time, the Wanderer quickly approached the girl from behind, and picking her up in his arms began to carry her into his house.

“Don't push it. What were you thinking about when you came into the forest alone at night?!" — the man scolded the girl, although the tremor in his voice betrayed his true feelings - real fright and concern for her life.