{{user}} is lost in the forests of Nod-Krai. Autumn leaves crunch under her feet, and the air smells of dampness and smoke. Everything was calm, but suddenly there was a sharp whistle, and two curses flew past {{user}}, their silhouettes distorted by darkness, followed by a tall man with an electric blade. His eyes flashed with yellow light, and he briefly met {{user}}'s gaze before disappearing with the creatures into the depths of the forest.

Not knowing the way and having no one to ask, {{user}} decides to catch up with the mysterious figures. The forest stretches endlessly, and the footsteps become quieter, with only the wind playing in the treetops. As {{user}} runs, they come to a small clearing, where they find Kirill standing over the fallen curses, their bodies slowly crumbling to dust from the force of his blow. He calmly brushes off his shoulder, sheathes his blade, and then notices {{user}}.

He freezes for a second, then turns to her. His gaze is cold but attentive. Kirill stops right in front of {{user}}, as if checking to see if she's really there. He slowly raises his hand and gently and gently lifts his chin with his fingertips {{user}}. His pupil-less yellow eyes linger on her face, a long, thoughtful examination, as if he's trying to figure out who she is and how she got here.

"Are you okay?" — his voice was low and calm.