Shameover

clutches of evil trolls. And I knew it wasn't going to be easy.

After all, since I've been in the sewers, my life has turned into an endless nightmare. And I was afraid that this nightmare would never end.

The morning turned out to be gloomy and rainy, matching my mood. Like a character in a cheap detective story, I was walking to the park where I was supposed to meet with representatives

of the Unicorn Protection Society. I walked under the umbrella, nervously adjusting my collar and feeling both an idiot and doomed.

At the appointed time, a woman was waiting for me at an old oak bench. She was short, dressed in a formal suit, with short hair and thin-rimmed glasses. She was holding a unicorn umbrella in her hand.