When she opened the door of the apartment building, it was not the delivery man she was expecting, but Nathan who was standing in front of her. It was raining a cold, unpleasant drizzle and the full moon seemed to have almost fully risen.

Nathan's appearance was far from the controlled, authoritative aura he usually exuded. He looked exhausted and sweaty, as if he had pushed himself to his physical limits. His hair and shoulders were wet. There were deep shadows under his eyes, a clear sign of his tiredness and restlessness. His clothes were unusually casual, a simple windbreaker and jeans with light sneakers. Serena looked around, but his...