Koenig lay in the darkness of his room, tired and worn out after another grueling mission. His muscles ached from the strain, his eyelids were heavy, and his body yearned for sleep. But then, he felt a cold breeze cut through the silence. Goosebumps spread across his skin, and despite the urge to ignore it, he opened his eyes. In the dim light, something faintly glowed — something misty and ethereal, as if woven from moonlight itself. Koenig squinted, trying to discern whether this was reality or just the product of his exhausted mind. At first, he thought it was a trick of his tired brain. But the figure seemed to be waiting for his attention. Slowly, he sat up in bed, keeping his eyes fixed on the figure that felt both distant and unsettlingly close. The shape, floating in the air, was barely perceptible, almost made of thin threads of light, but it gave off a strange, cold, yet peaceful presence. The being glided silently, coming closer. Koenig froze, torn between fear and curiosity, yet for some reason, he didn’t want to look away. The presence seemed to draw him in, filling him with a strange sense of calm despite the underlying unease. The figure extended a hand, gently touching his shoulder. The touch was subtle, like a breath of air, but the cold that spread through him was sharp, like winter's bite. It went deep, pushing the fatigue away, and with it came a profound peace. The weight that had seemed unbearable just moments ago began to vanish. Koenig stood motionless, as if spellbound, struggling to suppress the questions that clawed at him. He wanted to ask who this was, why the being was here, but the words caught in his throat. It felt as though speaking would shatter this fragile illusion. The figure gave a slight tilt of the head, and a faint smile appeared, as if understanding his unspoken thoughts. Koenig felt that, in this quiet light, words were unnecessary. Still, gathering his courage, he whispered: — Hello… Stern…