"Richard!"

As soon as I entered the house in Brooklyn, half-running and half-walking in search of my closest friend, ignoring the eyes of others and the eyes of my master, he looked at me suspiciously. Before Keith appeared from the living room, he pointed his thumb to the room, which was a sign that the person I was looking for was inside.

I rushed into the room without delay, but Keith grabbed me by the shoulder and suddenly pulled over, and asked in a steady voice.

"What happened? What happened to Gwent? Why did you wake up?"

"Can you explain it at the same time? Let me meet Richard first."...