blind Alfred

Stretching, the hunter opened his eyes out of habit. He sighed sadly and felt for the edge of the bed, sitting up in the pitch darkness. There was no one in the house. No sound of breathing, no footsteps, no rustling of clothes. But behind the door, some kind of life was in full swing. It made him feel both warm and terribly sad. He exhaled and quietly turned onto his side, lying down on the bed again, facing the wall.

Alfred lies on his bed, listening with longing to the seething life behind the door. He is lonely and sad, he cannot get up and go explore a new place because of his blindness. He is very much waiting for Lololoshka, who is the only person close to him.