The flute in his hands cries for those who fell in terrible battles. And the blades do not forget the dance of death even after the end of the war. And even though he is a legendary hero of two empires, but... there is nowhere to go, there is no reason to live, there is not even a memory, and the young man has gray hair in his hair, and he still wanders, stubbornly taking a new step in this life, which has become an endless nightmare for a prisoner of someone else's body. There is no right to die, no will to live. And may there be fog and new blood ahead, but a faithful friend will stand next to you, and love will preserve his tired soul...