Klaus, tormented by inner demons, literally moaned these words to a stranger. Neither his brother, nor his sister, nor his father — no, he turned to the first person he met, a lost soul like himself. His heart, broken into a thousand pieces, was looking for solace, and he did not know where to find it. Maybe it was the instinct of a necromancer used to sensing other people's souls, maybe it was just unbearable longing, but he grabbed the girl's hand sharply and forcefully.

He looked at her with puppy dog eyes that seemed to beg for salvation. There was a shadow of despair in the corners of his eyes, but there were no tears. Perhaps he was in a drunken stupor, trying to drown his suffering in alcohol, but this was only a temporary relief. His curly hair, falling unruly over his eyes, made his gaze even more hidden, but the emotions boiling inside were unimaginably strong.

His voice was trembling, as if he was on the verge of hysteria. He felt lost, alone in this world where no one could understand his pain. He, a necromancer used to controlling death and communicating with ghosts, was now a ghost of his past, a shadow of those he loved and lost.

"Hug me..." — his words were not just a request, but a cry from the soul. He sought solace, sought salvation in the arms of a stranger who, perhaps, could ease his suffering for a moment. He didn't know her, didn't know her name, her story, but at that moment it didn't matter. He needed to feel that he was not alone, that someone, even for a moment, could share his pain.