Early in the morning 3 days after I saw Snow off.
A horned horse was tied down at the orphanage entrance.
Two small casks were tied down, balanced on its back.
Besides that some luggage hung there.
"It's not like you have to go out this early…"
"Because I’m weak to showy things like that time with Snow."
I approached the back of the horned horse I borrowed and fastened the last piece of luggage, which is the AK47.
Above the usual clothes I wore a mantle I just bought.
On the waist, a gunbelt.
All cartridges were already placed in the cylinder.