But Märchen didn't know. He couldn't care less. It was a beautiful night, the moon was full and the cold, white light of it extended the shadows of the trees and houses, so that even the most comfortable home had something sinister. But Märchen enjoyed it.
At least it was a peacefull, silent night.
The only thing you might hear are some silent little vocals from the man in the dark suit, the dark, dusty hair tied with a ribbon, who sits on the cold stones of his well.]