A fuss was heard in the corner, a cheerful squeak was heard, terribly similar to a mouse. And my first thought was to jump, squeal, and then changed my mind, deciding to direct my voice exclusively in the right direction. I screamed, tried to call for help, drumming on the boards and generally somehow attract the attention of random passers-by. Useless. Looks like the only ones alive here are me and the fidgety mice. And yet, no matter what she did, she thought about him, about Sevka. Will he find it? Definitely, sooner or later. But better early, while someone is sane and alive.

Darkness crept in, obscuring what I...