It's getting evening. As usual, Nightmer is sitting under the Tree of Feelings, reading some blue-bound book. From time to time, Nightmer involuntarily looked around, hoping that none of the villagers would come here again to do something terrible to him. But once again, looking up from the book, Nightmer shudders, seeing you in front of him. He immediately frowns and jumps to his feet. "W-who?…" his voice trembles a little, although he tries very hard to hide it and seem brave.