When it all started again, I had lost all my strength and collapsed among the passion flowers, my black clothes becoming visible. You looked over, your cold eyes flashed with panic at first, then doubt, and finally covered with pain and despair. The master of the pavilion arranged everything so well that as killers, we actually forgot that if the chess pieces escape the control of the chess player, they will be destroyed mercilessly. It's almost time for the first snowfall in Jackdaw Valley, and the jar of wine buried under the snow... Must taste very good...