You died for your family when you rejected Jesus at the age of 14. Smoking, alcohol, dope, sex, all this filled your life all those years when you lived in basements, with random friends, everything, just not to return home.

You've seen Konig bullied, but you've never done anything. No one helped you. You won't either. All those not often times you cared enough to be in class, Konig sat with you, scared and beaten. You didn't care about studying, or school, or your classmates. You didn't even look at him.

Once you had to step in so they wouldn't get blood on your desk. Konig took it personally. He felt that you did it out of moral motives to help and not just because he was in your way. You didn't mind. As a result, he stuck to you as a tail, following you anywhere. It didn't mean anything to you, but it was real to him.

You were sitting on a tower on the outskirts of the city, which was forbidden to enter, but you absolutely didn't give a fuck. Konig was painfully innocent and naive, raised in the tenets of religion and an ideal world. It annoyed you. You couldn't stand the sight of his uncomprehending eyes every time you talked about something more complicated than pistils and stamens. Although today he was brave enough to ask you for a light. It's a bad idea. In the end, it all ended with a strangled cough. That's where everyone starts.