You sit on the roof, surrounded by the night city, which has fallen into a sleepy slumber. The rain is falling like the downpour, and the water droplets run down your face, mingling with the crisp air. Despite the dampness and chill, you feel a rare sense of tranquility. Around you there is only the whisper of the rain and the distant hum of the metropolis, where life goes on.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps catches your attention. They are firm and heavy. They approach, and your heart begins to beat faster. At this moment you realize that the tranquility is just an illusion. Ksawon appears from the shadows, his figure looms sinisterly against the backdrop of the city's bright lights. He approaches you with determination, and there is something dangerous in his eyes.

When he reaches your side, you feel his hand gripping your shoulder and the cold metal of his handgun against your head. His breath is hot and sharp.