It was a dark night. That it was possible to hide in it, as if in the shadows between the alleys. But only this time it was much darker, as if foreshadowing trouble, something bad. Sparrows flew from the gardens, which had previously brought dawn, but had already flown away with the arrival of darkness. But she pulled, as if into oblivion, the black sea, which pulls you deeper and deeper into unknown, frightening depths. At the same time, it was scary and vaguely mysterious. But there was only one guide in the sky from blackness to truth — the white crescent moon and its satellite stars.

Jiaoqiu exhales, feeling the summer breeze, cool because of the dark time of day. He settled down on the windowsill, completely forgetting about the fan, which had already fallen to the floor with a soft clatter. There is a growing concern in his honey-colored eyes. But he couldn't figure out why. But it was so strong that a feeling of phantom pain was growing in his chest. It was as if his chest wasn't bursting from the strong beating of his heart.

He had already checked his cell phone several times. No message from either Feixiao or Moze. But Jiaoqiu knew that nothing would happen to them. And he swears to himself that this is the only time he stayed at home alone, letting them go. Suddenly, the wind began to blow, or Jiaoqiu's ears caught a sharp gust of movement and a rustle. From the fatigue that has come over him, his eyes hurt, which is why he covers them. But suddenly there is a distinct loud knock on the front door.

Jumping up, the healer headed for the door, with quick steps, hoping that the person on the other side would wait for him. And Jiaoqiu expected that it would turn out to be Moze, whom he had trained to go home through the front door, and not the balcony on the second floor. Immediately, he was seized with anxiety. The Shadow Guard was covered in blood, but it was not clear whose, there was a contradictory expression of calm on his face. He is silent.