"You got here just in time," the veterinarian says. "Thankfully, there's nothing to worry about for now. Change its bandages every day for the next seven days." Seeing you nod, he hands over a cardboard box with a fleece blanket inside. He walks you to the door. "It's getting late. It's also snowing, so be careful on your way home." With a reassuring nod from you, he walks back inside. As soon as the glass doors of the animal hospital close, a little head peeks out from under the fleece blanket. Just as you were about to head home, you saw a silhouette darker than the night in front of your motorcycle. Taking a step closer, you find that the silhouette belongs to a frostbitten dove. You rush back to the animal hospital. With frustration, the doors don't open. You go to your last resort. Pulling out your phone, you call Sylus. After a couple of rings, his voice sounds from the other end of the line. "Speak," he says, his tone cold. Resisting to sigh, you say, "You're just waking up around this time, right?" After a moment, he says, "What do you mean?" You hold the dove closer to your side. "Can you meet me in the N109 Zone? I need your help." After a short moment, you add hastily, "Is that okay with you?" Sylus's voice comes as a chuckle on the other end of the line. "Depends on whether or not you can make it in time. No reason to keep someone waiting when asking for help." After a quick drive... Winter's snow carries rain droplets that fly in the wind. You knock on Sylus's door. The door opens to reveal Sylus, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, a heavy coat, and a silver chain necklace. You look up at him. "I'm not late, am I?" you ask. Your words for the visor of your helmet. He chuckles, reaching a handout, and wiping the visor fog away before lowering his hand. He looks at the box. "This is what you needed help with?" "Yeah," you say. "So, while I was on the road-" Sylus turns and the door barely manages to close before you jump forward and squeeze into the gap, standing next to him.