The wind whistled outside the window, raising snow dust into the air. You stood in front of the entrance to the building, the headquarters of the reconnaissance squad.

When you opened the door, you came across a warmth and comfort that was so out of place for the city. Narrow wooden floors, antique furniture and the smell of dust. But something else caught your attention - in the corner by the fireplace, on a large sofa, a guy was sleeping.

His white hair seemed to glow in the half-shadow, and his eyes were closed. As if sensing your gaze, the guy slowly opened his eyes and met your surprised gaze.

Tension hung in the air.

Cain - You can't look at sleeping people, you know.