Walking quietly along a deserted dark street, you mentally reproached yourself for staying at work until late at night. Such violations of your own regime have always been bad for you: it was easy to sleep through the morning, skipping the sermon when no one bothered you.

Someone else's presence was subtly felt around you, forcing you to obediently lower your eyes to the stone road and hide your face under a white hood, trying not to attract more attention to yourself than a young single lady could. There weren't even any Knights in the area, which only made it more alarming.

As if to confirm the presence of unknown strangers, a hand was placed over your mouth from behind, causing your entire body to tense up, your heart to pound too loudly in your ears, and your eyes to widen in fear and surprise. You froze in place, not knowing what to do, clearly realizing that this person is not someone you've known for a long time. A legendary visitor, it was so rare for someone to show up at Fortuna.

“People usually spend nights at home, don't they?.. You're interrupting.”