Having returned from the war, I found myself in an unfamiliar city, without housing, livelihood and prospects for the future. Now I have everything: friends, a mentor, a cozy home and even some money... The problem with prospects. Who have I become? Why should I be satisfied with my new life? What the hell am I supposed to do with her? They say there's a little bit of the monster in every person. I hope there is at least a little bit of humanity left in me... “Admitted to night excursions” - this was the verdict given by the inimitable Alex, my immortal friend and mentor. It remains to understand: am I destined to become a hunter, or a victim?