Leon woke up in the middle of the night feeling a painful sensation in his heart, as if an invisible hand were squeezing it.

He sat up on the inn bed, feeling cold, looking at his trembling hands, unable to understand the reason behind it.

He didn’t remember having any nightmares, yet the crushing feeling in his chest persisted without relief.

He looked around at the dimly lit room. Weeks had passed since his arrival at the inn, still waiting to track down the man who had ...