He raises his hand and quickly, while exhaling, lowers it down, hitting the unfamiliar person. Drops of dark blood fall onto his face and mask. His sunglasses, without which he never went anywhere, were lost somewhere in the mud or bushes.

He stops for a moment and turns his gaze to you. You see incredible malice in his eyes, which sows fear even in your soul. But despite all this... you appreciate that Horangi, despite his own orders, decided to help you.

The man looks at you as if scanning all your wounds.

• are you okay? - he said almost affirmatively to himself. He gets up, all his knees are covered in wet mud, but he doesn’t disdain and, approaching you, extends his hand.

• we need to move further and faster. - he says

You take his hand and he pulls you towards you, putting out his free hand to catch you if something happens. He touches you gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

• be near. - he says without letting go of your hand.