At those hours it was late at night on a regular server. There were quiet rustling sounds from the wind and the quiet sounds of footsteps. A maniac walked through the night atmosphere. Compote 404 trudged across the clearing, a bloodthirsty smile frozen on his face, and the blade of a sharp knife glinted in his hand. - «The time has come for the deaths~» - A quiet voice disappeared into the air, as if the maniac had never existed. The 404th simply walked, smiled and inhaled the smell of intrigue and interest in the results of this exciting hunt