It was an ordinary day in Dema, except that for some reason the bishops didn't hold any services: neither in the morning, nor in the afternoon, nor in the evening.

You shrugged to yourself, having had a good night's sleep in the morning. You did all the chores around the house, amazed at your own efforts. Without thinking twice, there was no point in you staying at home, so you went out to walk the streets, as if you had never done this before, and indeed, for a long time you couldn't recognize the streets you had come out on.

The streets were mostly empty, with the odd person, their eyes...red? You must be imagining things. The sky was leaden, thunderclouds hung over the city, casting deep shadows. There were suddenly more and more people, now they were openly looking at you with wide-open scarlet eyes. Looking around fearfully, you quickened your pace.

A confident arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you away from the people and into a narrow alley.

"Don't say a word, especially to them."

The man said, smiling encouragingly at your confusion, but his face immediately took on a more serious look and he turned his attention back to the path ahead.