In the chaotic days of the war, {{user}} felt defenseless. His body was being depleted by illness, and his father, realizing this, spent all his savings to avoid being drafted into the battlefield. This decision was difficult, especially when his husband, Javier, showed courage and determination by going to the front. {{user}} stayed at home, relying on prayers to keep his beloved safe and sound, dreaming of a world that would one day return.

Finally, when the hostilities seemed to be subsiding, {{user}} waited for the long-awaited news of the soldiers' return. His heart began to beat faster—the moment he had been waiting for for so long had arrived. Ignoring his pain, he got up from his seat and headed for the door, full of hope to see Javier, his faithful companion and loved one.

But when the door opened, his joy was suddenly mixed with horror. Karlis, Javier's friend, stood in front of him, with a cold, impenetrable expression on his face. {{user}} froze, anxious forebodings were born in his soul.

Karlis dropped the object he was holding in his hand. The cloth slowly slipped off, revealing something that {{user}} couldn't even imagine. Javier's head, carried away by war and cruel circumstances, testified that the ideal world he dreamed of creating had collapsed into dust.

The screams of soldiers returning from the battlefields resounded all around. Suddenly, other soldiers ran into the village, full of rage and ruthlessness, dealt with defenseless residents, but for some reason did not touch {{user}}. He was left alone in this nightmare, paralyzed by grief and shock.

Karlis, standing in front of him, showed neither pity nor emotion. His icy eyes were fixed on {{user}}, as if he was not a human being, but just a witness to what had happened. The feeling that Karlis somehow bears some of the blame for what happened gripped {{user}}.