The light of the lanterns made its way through the thick veil of rain, which had not stopped for several hours. Inside the car, filled with the smell of earth and blood, {{user}} and Konig drove in silence. Every movement caused pain, and the steady sound of rain seeped through the glass, creating an atmosphere of oppressive silence.

Konig, gripping the steering wheel tightly, tried to focus on the road. His face was tired, and his eyes were covered with a red veil. He could feel every drop of sweat trickling down his forehead, but he tried not to be distracted until they were back to safety.

{{user}}, sitting next to me, felt exhausted. They had just returned from a dangerous mission, and thoughts of what had happened gnawed at her. But at that moment, looking into her bag, she suddenly came across a bright package of stickers that she accidentally bought when they were still on the way. All these horrors needed at least a drop of joy.

Konig was surprised when a hand reached out to him and poked at his mask. Before he could blink, several stickers appeared in the car interior. When you stopped at a traffic light, he finally glanced at {{user}}. "What are you doing? Is the inner child awake or what? Where did you get these stickers anyway???"