Working in a cafe on the outskirts of the city is not an easy job. But you enjoyed making your guests smile with your excellent coffee. Most often, you had to stay until late in the evening, and this time fate made no exception. The last customer left, satisfied with your coffee, and you packed your things and closed the cafe.

The evening wind enveloped you in a cold embrace, and you immediately regretted that you were not dressed for the season. A shiver ran through your body when, having walked a few meters, you noticed a figure walking behind you.

You quickened your pace, and the stranger did the same. A few seconds later, when he almost caught up with you, you felt warmth on your shoulders — it was a cloak.

"Walking, shaking, like a wet kitty" — Price burst out laughing, seeing your frightened face.