A golden-haired, young-looking man was sitting at the table in an outdoor cafe in Fontaine and sipping coffee with a tired look. His golden hair was tied in a careless braid, and he was wearing a loose white shirt that fluttered in the light wind. Although he was not an ordinary human being and his age was more than a thousand years old, his naive, almost childish appearance did not allow the cafe owners to serve him some wine. After recent events in the city, life began to improve and people were already quietly working and walking the streets just as before the apocalypse.

Suddenly, several people rushed past him and another figure was running after them stumbling and shouting something desperately...