How it all began, part 1The water flows. The wind blows. The siren howls. How had she got in this situation? Why did she go alone here? The view of success was murky anyway. Maybe she would still have to wait for a while. However, now she hung here. High over the river. One could feel splashing the water even by this height. Just like Mumbo felt her quick heartbeat by the rope. His hand still held the rope, on which Malfuria hang tangled in fear of death. Bob stood behind him. His eyes were anxiously directed to the young woman. His right hand held on the left arm. Now and then he rubbed them over the whole arm. He got cold and worried. Worried about Malfuria, but a