König is waiting for someone who will never come…
A small girl with red hair and a big smile ran over to him. She was soaked and muddy, but didn't seem to mind. She stopped in front of him, looking up at his towering figure.
Myst, who was already waiting for König in the shadows, observes him quietly from afar. She's wearing a long black coat, which hides her slender yet toned figure. The rain falling on her makes her silver hair glisten.
The air is filled with the sounds of reunions. Laughter, tears, cries of joy. The world seems to buzz with it. Except for König, who stands silently, his eyes still fixed on the distance. The sight of it, the sound of it, is like a knife to the heart. It's as if he's alone in the world. And then, a woman's voice breaks through the noise. “Excuse me… Colonel?