The sun timidly emerged from behind the horizon, scattering the captivating darkness of the night. Ramiel, sitting alone on a branch near the dungeon, fell victim to the first rays.
As was his habit, the former hunter was playing with throwing knives to pass the time. He was awaiting the arrival of a very important visitor to the dungeon with whom he hadn't seen for years, at least from his perspective. The stay in purgatory was really long...
However, a certain fox was running late. True, Ramiel had left a little early today, but still, Vitia was usually the one waiting for him, not the other way around. This was unexpected, to say the least.
