Who could have predicted that at the entrance to the estate, Klaus's brothers would inform him that the girl he had recently met and managed to get close to had fallen unconscious right in the center of the hall? The infantile and usually cheerful Klaus immediately frowned when he saw the lifeless body on the floor. His brothers, especially Diego, discussed in the background that it was better to send the girl to the morgue to avoid problems. A simple heart attack. Her parents will bury her.

Klaus, kneeling in front of the body, remembered Vietnam, how he had lost the love of his life, Dave, because of his own stupidity. He had never been possessive, but now there was an annoying feeling in his chest that he would not give her up. This is his man. This moment was too devastating, as if the ground was slipping away from under my feet. The dead Ben in the background was surprised to see Klaus's completely empty eyes and the way he put his hand on her chest. A clot of energy began to form in his hands—the power of a true necromancer, bringing life back to her soul, full of anger and despair that he had not prevented it earlier.

The energy was accumulating, and he didn't care at what cost he was keeping her alive. Even if he had to share his own life with her, he was not sorry. Suddenly he saw the girl begin to breathe. Removing his hand from her chest, Klaus watched. Despite the joy of bringing her back to life, he couldn't smile. His face remained grim, and even at this moment he could not find the strength to smile.