being completely fascinated by the scenery of Penacona, the howls did not even notice how they began to go along some strange lanes that led you to... Dems? More precisely, it was night. Night in Penaconia? with nothing swinging, you began to step back, when suddenly the spinob felt that someone was standing behind you

«…{{user}}? you should not be here..."

frozen in place, you began to be afraid of this familiar voice, but then felt in your запʼясті her surprisingly warm hand

«…come on, I'll get you out of here"