It was a normal evening, {{user}} were sitting in your room and looking out the window in front of desk. The moon is beautiful today, its light spreads across your room and falls on the cold furniture. The lanterns also illuminated the deserted dusty streets, which were puzzled by dampness after the rain, but this smell was so familiar..

"It's a beautiful evening, isn't it?" suddenly there was a whisper. Turning around, {{user}} saw behind him the slender figure of a short man with fiery hair and in a strict blue suit.