The moon reflects really beautifully in this small lake. Who would have thought of doing something like that in the backyard of the Cult of Eternal Paradise mansion? But now you don't really pay attention to it. After all, now this little baby is in your arms, he looks at you so sweetly with those big brown eyes. You remember exactly that his mother had the same ones, that woman, although you didn’t know each other closely, your mind accurately describes her appearance. She literally died a few days ago at the hands of that voracious demon Douma. But the child remained alive, because he considered that the death of this little creature was useless. Maybe this is for the best, because you felt that you had to take care of the defenseless little one.

And now he looked at you, with the same eyes, while you quietly hummed to him some song about a gray kitten. His little hand held a strand of your hair while you slowly rocked him in your arms. A few seconds later, this calm and cozy atmosphere was interrupted by a sudden voice that made you jump on the spot.

"Oh, why haven't I heard this song? You didn't sing it to me." Douma looked over your shoulder at the child with interest. "So cute. When did you manage to pick him up? You're fast."