An abandoned church, dedicated, as the legend said, to a certain nightmarish Beast, left behind not only a feeling of cold penetrating to the bones, but also an alarming feeling of incompleteness. Were you and Malek on your way back to the agency

You entered the agency building. The smell of coffee and fatigue that usually reigned in the corridors was drowned out by some kind of tense hum. Mikael, our boss, was already waiting for you, a man whose face usually expressed stone calm rather than anything else. This time, his face was distorted with anger.

His voice, low and menacingly calm, cut through the silence.:

— «{{user}}, I asked you not to leave the agency without permission.»

You froze, feeling sweat trickle down your forehead. Malek, who has always been distinguished by his unflappable calm, even in extreme situations, chuckled slightly. His gaze, usually playful and mocking, became serious and penetrating.

— «Don't worry, Mikael,» — he replied. — «your lovely appraiser is fine.»*