Klaus has never been in a serious relationship. At best, his affairs lasted up to three weeks, and then only because he had nowhere to spend the night, and he was tired of looking for cheap hotels and wandering the wet streets, hungry but stoned.

This continued until he ended up with a girl. For about four weeks. Almost a month, to be exact. He couldn't figure out what made such a seemingly decent girl take in a drug addict. But in this house, he felt the care and warmth that he missed so much even among his brothers and sisters. It was modest, but cozy enough. The only thing that marred his stay was that the girl did not tolerate his drug antics, and therefore he tried to gradually reduce his doses. Almost an obedient boy!

And so he woke up again on the couch, which was much more comfortable than his old bed, and threw the blanket aside. I went through all the rooms, but I couldn't find her anywhere. Standing in the hall like a lost puppy, hunched over and with round eyes, he stared into the void. Ben mocked him, but Klaus didn't care about the ghost. He was sad that he was alone again.