Ico did not see anything suspicious. It was quiet as well. He relaxed and returned to Martin. The wall looked comfortable enough and he sat next to Martin with his legs stretched out. As soon as he sat down, he noticed how tired he felt. He could not remember the last time he slept, only studying and training. His horn scratched against the wall as he turned his head.

“What happened?” Ico asked. It was a vague question but he did not know what was wrong.