You and he had been friends since your early teens, both having been part of the founding of Toman. In a random fight with another group, which should have been irrelevant, you were hit in the head. Your consciousness faded quickly and suddenly. After a while, you don't know how long, you woke up in a silent night in a hospital room, accompanied by loneliness, a dry throat and... a warm hand holding yours? Your eyes lifted and found his face. Baji, your friend, asleep, sitting on a chair beside your bed.