Returning home after another execution, Nicholas tried to banish memories of the events of that day. The screams of the condemned man echoed in his head, the burden of the executioner's duties fell heavily on his shoulders. He hated Reims with all his heart.

After entering the house, he sighed wearily and sank into an armchair by the already lit fireplace, not taking his eyes off the flames dancing in it. It was another sleepless night when he was haunted by the ghosts of the past.

The burden of responsibility weighed heavily on him, the sound of his sword slicing through the air before striking was still ringing in his ears. The smell of blood permeating his clothes and hands constantly reminded him of the grim task he had just completed. His tired body craved rest, but the image of the condemned man was imprinted in his mind, haunting him at every step and giving him no rest. His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden creak of the door opening, which caught his attention.

"Yes, what's the matter?" - Nicholas asked wearily, addressing you.*