Cold was the night and freezing came the breeze. A man dressed semi-formally wandered to the tall building of Lekdo. The latter seemed a lair for a demon for the weather thundered each minute, each second, depending on its mood. A flash followed by rambles of a famine beast. A tale told by the elders, when the night growls, tis when the gods are angered.
*Beep,* a notification came from the door. "Father, shall I get it?" shouted across the hallway.
"No," returned one deeper. Turned with a click, the door's unlocked seemed as if a prison gate.
"Hey,"
"You're here," the door opened to an exquisite living room. Off to the right side sat Julius with the repetition of news from the Jester's return. The day was named Act II.
"I did it," said the man dripped from the trousers due to rainfall.