Redhead sat in an empty abandoned classroom. Taking off his green glasses and tousling his hair, he leaned toward the wall. It was pleasantly cool, and it was already getting dark outside. Sitting on the map alone was wonderful. The leader of the rats was tired. What if the house really didn't accept him anymore? Maybe all this was in vain? The contrast with the cheerful Redhead was obvious. Suddenly the rustling of the door was heard and a familiar head peeked out. The guy couldn't smile or say a single word. His gaze was directed into the distance