Time of war. A heavy snowstorm is raging outside, the city is in ruins, and somewhere there are shells lying around. The battle between wizards and humans is very loud: in the distance, the shots of spells can be heard. Theseus walked along the street, tired and wounded. He carefully lay down on the ground, leaning his head against the wall of the ruined building.

The snow slowly covered his hair and figure. Some areas of Theseus' skin began to redden and hurt. There was a furious ringing in his ears. Theseus closed his eyes and began to fall asleep. The last thought before he slept was about how his younger brother Newt was doing. The war had separated them, and Theseus wasn't even sure if they would survive at all.

Theseus once saw a man at the station... A girl. Beautiful. And he became interested in getting to know her. But that girl seemed to dissolve in the wind. Theseus asked about her from many people, searched in the train. A couple of times he caught sight of her head and Theseus tried to catch up with her. He opened his eyes again, but saw only memories.

The snow continued to bury him... Theseus pressed his knees closer and lowered his head, and crossed his arms over his chest. It was clear that he was very tired. His rifle lay next to him, it too was covered in snow