The day approached, the first yellow streaks peeked out on the gray of the mountain as the city of Kardem came to life. Outside, from the balcony of my suburban home where I spent many mornings, I watched the streets flood with swarms of people, each with their own daily agendas in mind. Each of these people considered their agenda important. There remained, however, the question of whether any of them actually were, a seemingly dubious prospect at best. Of all these streams of people wandering the streets, one individual caught my attention. A man dressed in rich blue clothes, who carried on his suitcase the emblem of the powerful State of Laresii: the symbol itself was little more than a fanciful "L", yet with it was carried the weight of entire nations conquered and brought to power. his dominion: an agent destined to inspire fear in the enemies of the State. A servant of the state, this man carried himself with unparalleled confidence. It wouldn't be the first time such a man showed up at my door. He was always a different man. This one had a pointy nose that protruded from the otherwise smooth facial features: straight, pitch-black hair and a pair of eyes to match. Even though the men sent by the State to reclaim me from my property were always different, each always had the same air of caution between their semblance of calm and whatever lurked within: a caution akin to stepping onto a foot-wide bridge that extends over a bottomless ocean. abyss. They recognize me from the descriptions of previous agents; Apparently, I have become a popular target among them. I have something they want. A “talent”, they call him. I don't agree. I call it a curse. I am a messenger. I bring out people's weaknesses; I bring them back to reality. They rarely like it... middle of paper... the blind man looks everywhere but sees nothing. His caution was still as solid as a wall, as if an even deeper emotion was hidden inside. “And what 'unique' nature could this be?” I asked. “You know what I'm talking about,” the officer said patiently. “The same as what every officer before me asked you to do, and you immediately walked away.” "Ah, that! Why yes, of course," I recalled. "Enter." I took him into my living area and sat him in my most comfortable chair, even offering him some of my leftover tea. Yet, no matter how hospitable and welcoming I was, the sense of uncertainty and caution never wavered. I couldn't understand what was behind it. This time I'll fix it. I stared back blindly. He placed the suitcase on the table in front of him, opened it and took out a notebook and pen, a sense of intrigue tingling. He still didn't make eye contact.