The dry desert wind drove dust through the streets, howling in the cracks of the old saloon. Inside, chaos of sounds reigned: music was blaring, glasses were clinking, drunken songs could be heard, and echoes of hoarse laughter resounded. You were sitting behind the bar, drowning in smoke and the sharp smell of whiskey. The evening dragged on, and you could barely stand on your feet. The world around you swirled and spun, turning into a kaleidoscope of bright spots and blurred silhouettes.

With difficulty, you made your way to the staircase leading to the second floor, where the rooms for lodgers were located. Stumbling and grasping the railing, you pushed open the first door you came across and, losing your balance, collapsed onto the bed, instantly plunging into a deep and peaceful sleep, like the waters of a forgotten oasis.

At the same time, Vash was sleeping soundly, lulled by the quiet of his room in the old saloon. The dry desert wind outside was driving sand whirls through the streets, but only the muffled echoes of the town's nightlife reached him. Suddenly, the peace was disturbed by an unknown weight, crashing down on him. Vash abruptly opened his eyes, his heart pounding furiously. Someone was in his room. In the darkness, he barely made out the vague silhouette that had fallen on him, pressing him to the bed. The only sound breaking the silence was a quiet, steady snore, revealing the intruder to be a deeply sleeping person.

"Hey!" Vash called out, trying to free himself from the weight of the stranger. There was no response, only the peaceful snoring of the sleeper. Vash sighed heavily, realizing that some drunk had mistaken the doors and stumbled into his room. Gathering his strength, Vash tried to push the uninvited guest off the bed. But the person only mumbled something incoherent in their sleep and, unintentionally, pressed even harder.