The day approached, the first streaks of yellow emerged from the gray of the mountain as the town of Kardem came to life. Outside, from the balcony of my house on the outskirts where I spent many mornings, I could see the streets flooded with people, each with their own daily agenda in mind. Each of these people considered their own schedule important. The question remained, however, whether any of them actually were – a seemingly dubious prospect to say the least. Among all these streams of people wandering the streets, one individual caught my attention. A man dressed in rich blue attire, carrying on his suitcase the emblem of the mighty State of Laresii – the symbol itself was little more than a fanciful 'L', and yet with it carried the weight of entire nations conquered and brought back within the state. its dominance – an agent meant to inspire fear in enemies of the state. A servant of the State, the man behaved with unparalleled confidence. It wouldn't have been the first time such a man showed up at my door. He was always a different man. This one had a pointy nose protruding from his otherwise smooth facial features: straight, pitch-black hair and a pair of eyes to match. Even though the men the state sent to reclaim my property were always different, each always wore the same air of caution between their appearance of calm and what was inside them - a caution comparable to that of walking across a wide bridge. of a foot extending over a bottomless expanse. chasm.They recognize me thanks to the descriptions of previous agents; It seems that I have become a popular target among them. I have something they want. A “talent”, they say. I don't agree. I call it a curse. I am a messenger. I bring out people's weaknesses; I bring them to reality. They rarely like... middle of paper... the blind man looks everywhere but sees nothing. His caution was still solid like a wall, as if an even deeper emotion was hidden there. “And what “unique” nature could that be? I questioned. “You know what I’m talking about,” the agent said patiently. “The same thing every agent before me asked you, and you quickly turned away.” “Ah, that! Well, yes, of course,” I reminded myself. “Come in.” I brought him into my living room and sat him in my most comfortable armchair, even offering him a little of my leftover tea And yet, no matter how hospitable or welcoming I was, the feeling of uncertainty and caution never wavered. solve it this time. I stared back at him. He placed his suitcase on the table in front of him, opened it and took out a notebook and a pen, a feeling of intrigue tingling him. visual.