A tall man, like a shadow, wandered through the alleys, examining the peaks of Gothic temples from afar. There weren't many people around, but if anyone passed by on this rainy day, they passed in a hurry, hurrying somewhere. The man was in no hurry, was not afraid of catching a cold.

"Oh…"

With a sigh, he patted the pockets of his raincoat, holding a cigarette in his mouth. Apparently, he left it on one of the benches-his lighter with the engraving L.F.