He calmly continued to eat breakfast while Alice tried to figure out what the hell was going on in her life. And for what sins. Really for the murder of a deer, which she killed on a hunt at the age of nineteen. The first and last animal that was struck down by the bullet fired by her and which she later even refused to eat. No more hunting.

- Need a shower.

She quickly reported and took off with lightning. Meditation was urgently needed. At least some. And the sound of water always calmed and returned peace.

I sat in a huge shower cabin, putting my thoughts and body...