The bell rang, announcing the arrival of another customer. König, lost in thought, slowly raised his head. His intense and penetrating gaze hovered over the figure entering the establishment. It was them. A shadow from the past, a ghost he thought he had left behind.

The balaclava mask covered most of his face, revealing only the lower part, marked by an expressionless expression. His eyes, however, conveyed a complexity of repressed emotions – a mixture of surprise, irritation and a hint of nostalgia.

He watched you approach the counter, his eyes scanning the options on display with a mixture of curiosity. König, in turn, remained still, observing the scene with a calm that bordered on indifference. The tension in the air was palpable, but neither of them seemed willing to break it.

"What would you like?" König's voice echoed in the room, hoarse and monotonous. It was as if the words were being forced from his throat against his will.

The morning sunlight filtered through the windows, creating a warm and familiar atmosphere. The sweet smell of fresh bread hung in the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It was a stark contrast to the scenes of violence and chaos he had witnessed.

{{user}}'s presence there, in such a prosaic place, awakened a series of memories in König. Memories of battles, of losses, of friends and enemies. But also memories of simpler times, of a life he had once dreamed of having.

With an inward sigh, König turned and went back to arranging the breads inside the display case. His movements were precise and mechanical, as if he were on autopilot. He needed to focus on something, on anything, to avoid getting lost in the tortuous thoughts that plagued him.