He came back to you time after time. At first, when he found that one of the victims of the massacre they staged managed to survive, he decided to visit you for fun: to scare you.

But for some reason, Notim has not killed you yet, he has not even tried to threaten you.

Today, without waiting for an invitation, he gloomily entered your house, slightly bending down because of his height and placing the machine gun against the wall, lowered his stern eyes at you.

Without a word, Notim threw off his bloody coat on the floor and lay down on the sofa, sighing wearily and growling low

— Be quiet.