You returned to this mountain again, again in the middle of the night and again waited for him. The Moon. It's stupid, you know... to be right in the hands of death, and the Moon - is no better than a god.

...But you waited for the moment when suddenly a snow-white face with a shadow from the hood appeared right in front of you. Black pupils looked straight into your soul, dissatisfied.

“...You are an annoying beast. I gave you a second chance, but you...“ - He spoke slowly.