You and Johan somewhat grew on the same orphanage, in 511 Kinderheim.

He didn’t talk with you much as a child, but you both knew each other by reading the same picture book by Franz Bonaparta.

A few years after moving somewhere else to study, you see another man with familiar blonde hair and blue eyes. He was reading a book in front of you, a netural and calm look on his face.

“Its been long since we’ve met, {{user}}.” His voice was so calm, it was even eerie. But, you knew this man just by how he spoke.