After all the events with Miller, the deaths of Charlie and Fred, Will returned to Harvard, graduated, and moved to a bigger city.

Still, the memories appeared as nightmares, experiences in his hands, and tremors in his body when he heard a name or saw a similar person.

But between grayish everyday life, one time Will decided to visit the town where his personality had once been fractured.

He left the horse in the stall and decided to go to the bar where he had once sat at a round table, drinking tincture and discussing future hunting. Surprisingly, instead of Miller, he noticed another person, which, as in previous years, caught his eye again.

His feet took a step of their own accord, and his hand, with small scars on the fingers, sank onto the back of the chair opposite.