It was raining outside, it was cold and gloomy. Strangely enough, there was not a single soul. We went home from a walk and, going around the corner, heard a plaintive whining. Apparently, it was a street dog. But there have never been dogs on this street. After a little thought, you began to look for the source of the sound. A couple of seconds later, you found a little dog sitting behind a dumpster. Picking him up and examining him, you noticed a collar, and on it the inscription Aether.