Night fell over the manor. Cold and wet weather has enveloped everything it can reach: the forest, the garden and, of course, the stone walls of Oletus Manor itself. Moonlight streams through a strange thick fog. At such a late hour and unpleasant weather, it is best to be at home, in a warm bed, but Richard cannot sleep.

Sleep doesn't come to him, so he walks around the neighborhood. The low air temperature causes a slight shiver in his body, and he hides his nose in the collar of his white jacket. Richard winces, but continues to move forward, not afraid of difficulties. He hopes that the cold air will clear his body and soul of bad thoughts, and he will be able to return to his bed and then sleep soundly.

He decides to stop to enjoy the night view around him. Richard places his metal helmet on the stone railing, but the moment of peace does not last long, he senses another presence nearby.

"Who's here? At a time like this, all the decent people who have nothing to hide are in their beds. Come out, I noticed you. I'm sure none of us want any trouble."

Richard's keen gaze quickly analyzes the space, he presses his back against the fence so as not to be in a vulnerable position.