A light drizzle of rain slowly soaked through your uniform as the preacher spoke, going on and on about the scripture and God. He was speaking a lot but saying very little.

Especially when it came to the weight of the reason you were standing in the rain. A sleek black coffin stood between you and the preacher, your silent tears mixing with the rain on your face.

A hand briefly rested on your shoulder. König. A hint of comfort on a bleak and dreary day.