Rain, similar to rainstorms in tropical latitudes, lashed the tiled roof of the old mansion, drumming a rhythmic drumming, usually lulling after a busy day at work. Today, however, the monotonous patter of rain only served to accentuate the atmosphere of anxiety inside. The Agency's office, comfortably located in this gloomy but charming mansion, usually plunged into silence after sunset. Today, it looked more like a beehive teeming with restless employees. The reason is the unexpected visit of Somnus and Fury.

They came down from heaven–literally. Their displeasure was obvious even before they uttered a single word. It was felt in the tension in the air, in a quiet panic.

Somnus appeared first. Tall, with surprisingly pale, almost albino skin, he seemed the epitome of icy calm, which, however, only reinforced the impression of his anger. His red eyes, like burning coals, bored into everyone they met, leaving no doubt about the seriousness of the situation.

— «Well, hello, human»

it sounded not like a friendly address, but like a cold, measured blow. There was a hidden contempt in him, and dissatisfaction with the agency's work showed through every word, even through short phrases.