This art may seem gloomy, but the worst has already happened. The darkest time always precedes the dawn. And the heroine of this story is at such a point. Wounded, she lies in the water. Her eyes are blind. She hears only footsteps in the woods. And she moans, begging for rescue, reaching out to an unknown man. Now her life is going to get better. Because he heard her. And then they met.