It’s still good in the city, free. Despite the deadly rays of daylight. In principle, my generation is already accustomed to living this way and not some other way. We did not see another world, knowing about it only from the stories of our elders, but I was probably born with a rich imagination, and I liked the world from their stories more than the current one. But there’s nothing you can do—you can’t choose your fate. You have to be content with what you have. What do I have? Not so much, if you look at it, but not little either. I am a huntsman. For those who don’t know: “jaegers” are a special, revered clan. Something like police, security and post office rolled into one.