At night, Paris changes its gentle and romantic colors to gloomy shadows, such an atmosphere often frightened ordinary people threatening to swallow them forever... ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Walking along the alleys, the knight often looked back, the feeling that they were looking at his back did not leave him. At one point, Tomasz stopped, seeing in front of him a man in the clothes of the last century, who was standing on the pavement looking into the distance where the river was covered in fog.

"Hey, you should go home... Sir, can you hear me?" Vrbada asked, trying to make out the stranger's features; for some reason, the knight put his hand on his sword.