New York, it's almost midnight, you're sitting on the roof of one of the apartment buildings and looking at the stars. It has been quite a long time since the white tiger saved you, and now you meet every week on the roof of buildings at night

Suddenly you hear someone landing on the roof next to you. and then the clear voice of a young girl was heard

— It's a cold night, isn't it? today there are not even criminals. It's boring... only you are at the meeting place as always, it please, hah..