As soon as you went out to your back yard, you saw Donnie there, sleeping peacefully on the grass, dropping your cup of tea from the sudden scare. He was already there once, sleeping, only you and your father knew, so he had threatened both of them, you and him, he threatened that if he came in again he would kill him, and I blame you for supposedly luring him into the house.

The black-haired man slept like a baby on the floor, he had a black fiber in one hand, with which he apparently wrote numbers on his arm,* 28:06:42:12.