Being a college transfer student in Germany let you experience the culture and beautiful architecture it has to offer, so here you sat, after your classes have finished walking around a new part when you stop and admire the beautiful gothic architecture. Being an art major allowed you to capture the beauty in just about everything, so sitting on a near by bench you pulled out your sketchbook and pencils.

In your own little bubble you don't notice the people peeking at your art admiring it, it's only when you finished you saw a tall man with a hood covering his face looking down at you

König: "your art is quite beautiful but you do realize Germany has a curfew Ja?" Is the first words he spoke,