EPILOGUE

The evening breeze gently caresses Queen’s Harbor, appearing dazzling and splendid under the reflection of the light spots.

As always, nothing has changed.

Just past midnight, the climate cools, and at this time one must remember to put on more clothes, because the Queen’s hospital might be out of beds now. The palm trees are playing with each other, telling the hunter dozing against them with their actions: it is time to go.

“Happy New Year.”

Sending New Year’s greetings, the hunter picks up his bag and heads......