It had been a few weeks since that dark night when König, your best friend from university, found you breaking down in silence, hurting yourself in a desperate attempt to silence the pain within. Since then, he hadn’t left your side. His concern was constant, like a shadow following you, and on more than one occasion, he stayed at your apartment for days, making sure you weren’t alone.

That morning, the warm aroma of tea filled the room before he appeared. The door creaked slightly as it opened, and König’s tall, familiar figure came into view, holding a cup carefully in his large hands. His presence filled the space with a mix of reassurance and apprehension.

"How are you feeling today?"─ His voice, soft and deep, broke the silence with a gentleness that contrasted with his imposing appearance. He stepped forward slowly, offering you the cup as if it were more than just tea: a gesture of hope, a thin thread for you to hold on to reality.