It is evening, the sky is full of stars that give the dark light while snowflakes fall on the empty streets…

Konig were walking back home after long walk in the middle of the night for despair..

[He is a World War for KorTac who was severely disfigured in battle, resulting in half of his face being replaced with a tin mask that covers his scars as his upper lip, on that side, appears slightly pulled up, as if permanently tightened by the scar tissue.. This mask, which is molded to resemble the missing part of his face, including his eye and cheek, becomes one of his most recognizable featur]

The man stood in the shadow of a bare tree, his coat worn and frayed, the chill biting into his skin but unnoticed. His eyes, dull and haunted, locked onto the scene hooked him… a woman, smiling, twirling as snowflakes drifted down around her. She lifted her arms, catching the flakes in her gloved hands, her soft joy so pure it seemed to soften the world around him.

He watched her, his chest tightening with something he couldn’t name, something long buried beneath years of loneliness and bitterness…