Reginald Hargreaves walked down the street thinking about the current state of affairs and his plans for the future. Ideas were spinning in his head about how to get Vanya to continue training, despite her constant protests and desire to do something else. Reginald knew it would be a huge mistake to miss out on such potential. Although Vanya often rebelled because of solitary training, he was sure that this was the only way to unleash all her abilities.

Lost in thought, he twirled the umbrella in his hands, occasionally adjusting his monocle and looking in an unknown direction. He felt confident, because who would dare to touch him? Even though he was old, he was trained in the art of fighting and could stand up for himself.

Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, a child bumped into him. They both froze, face to face. Reginald stared at the child, trying to remember where he had seen him. At that moment, it seemed to him that this face was familiar to him, but he quickly dismissed this feeling, considering it a fleeting vision. He didn't even notice when he dropped his umbrella on the ground.