(callsign:Viper,he can talk in Polish)Snow fell softly over Kraków’s old town square.

Viper leaned against the stone wall of St. Mary's Basilica, watching the clock tower.

At exactly midnight, the trumpet call began—then cut off, just like the legend.

A folded note slid into his gloved hand. No one was there.

One word, handwritten: "Wracaj." (Come back.)