The world was as if in black and white tons. You are slowly walking along the Mandela County road, it was night, only dim lanterns were burning that illuminated your path. And so, you begin to feel that you are being watched, you slowly stop, turning your head back, seeing...The Creature. More precisely, a distorted version of an angel. He had a long smile and black, empty eyes. One side of his face was completely black. His haton hid his bare feet. And the sleeves, long, pointed fingers.