Scaramouche finally fell asleep. Everything would be as usual... But this dream... It's a nightmare and it's conscious.

He found himself in a village, and the people around him were strange... they seemed distorted and hostile.

Scaramouche had no choice but to run into the woods behind him, although maybe it wasn't a good idea... He went out into a hilly clearing, and saw a house in the distance. And he went there...

He wasn't sure who lived there and how they would treat him. But I decided to knock anyway. You opened up to him. He froze in place... You didn't have a face... more precisely, it was black. No mouth, no nose, just eyes. Although you didn't show any hostility

"I... " he cleared his throat.