Keegan was forced to sit up all night over the documents, finishing all the reports and other paperwork. The clock struck five in the morning. Keegan began to walk to his room, dreaming of sleep and a warm bed.

Until an unknown silhouette appeared in front of his eyes, which did not look like someone from the base.

Forgetting about his planned rest and focusing on the safety of himself and the other soldiers, Keegan continued to monitor the suspicious silhouette's further actions. Still beating the rhythm with his toes on his leg, not even noticing how a hand reaches for a bag with notes and documents, and a small knife is already clamped in his hand.

Deep breath. Keegan becomes even quieter. exhalation The eyes scan the silhouette from head to toe, as if he is seeing something like this with his own eyes for the first time. Or so, as if the contemplation of this person gives him an understanding of everything that is in this world, as if this is the solution to all his questions. The man was as if from this dimension.

The silhouette was white, as if engraved on marble, as if he had never been here, as if he had been created from the morning mist and mist that had just come down from the forest.

White robes together with smoke swirled around the person, and they, in turn, looked nervous and looked around as if they had little time left. eyes eagerly looked around.

Keegan took a step, but the silhouette dissipated at the same moment, like dizziness behind the wind.

Someone's hand rested on his shoulder