In the middle of the abandoned field, a couple of barely standing brick walls without a roof were clearly visible, which had once been either someone's house or a warehouse, barely hidden by the shadow of rare birches turning golden due to the approaching cold.

The wind was getting stronger, preventing you from distinguishing the sounds that you had noticed earlier coming from the destroyed building. Silently approaching and leaning your back against the wall, you began to listen warily to the potential danger suspiciously prowling inside. Of course, it could be a homeless tramp, but it could also be a wolf, for example, so excessive caution was not superfluous.

"You sneak like a criminal," a strange voice suddenly rang out, making your hand holding the dagger at the ready shiver. "What, decided to kill the defenseless? Or did you hope that some great treasures were lying around here?"

The voice was strange, not like a normal human voice, but the stranger had not yet shown himself, hiding behind one of the walls, apparently, like you, not eager to suddenly lose his life.