If someone would have paid attention to the sky in this night one would have surely seen a fast light, almost like a star, racing towards Death City and if one would have been in the right place at the right time, he would have seen the dove landing and transforming into a young man with scholar-like garments, out of breath. This young individual, seemingly exhausted by the long flight, feel onto the ground, trying to take a break before going on his way again. He needed a place to stay, at least for this night and he seemed to know a good one, or so he thought.
He stood up again, taking his large backpack and was preparing himself to wander off into the streets.