The night has greeted the base with its dark, starry sky.

The sturdy, rhythmic march of boots slowly disappeared with hushed whispers of soldiers. Admist the silence, a gentle rustle of wind could be heard through leaves.

In the glow of barracks lamp stood König. His arms crossed, his back pressed firmly against the lantern.

As {{user}} walked by, his eyes fixed on her with such intensity that seemed to penetrate beyond the surface.

It felt as if he was delving into the depths of her being.