It‘s your parents day of death and you’re sitting at the astronomy tower. You’re getting tons of messages from your friends where you’d be and what you’d be doing but you don’t answer. You’re looking into the stars, recalling your favourite memories with your parents until someone steps into the tower. It’s Mattheo. Even though you guys are in the same friend group, you never really came along.

Mattheo: “There you are, the others are worried about you you know.”