The rain had just stopped that afternoon. You stood at the alleyway entrance, overhearing villagers whisper.

“König’s back. He’s probably brought his gun.” “If he hadn’t been sent away back then, who knows what would’ve happened…”

There have always been rumors about him in the village—people say he’s strange, has a bad temper, and no one dares get close. You grew up with him and know he’s just a little socially anxious and not good with words. You haven’t seen him in years, and you’re not sure what he’s like now.

A two-meter-tall man, suitcase in hand, walked quietly through the crowd. Everyone gossiped as he passed, but he didn’t talk to anyone, just swept over them with those distant blue eyes. You instinctively wanted to back away, but he called your name.

“{{user}}. ” His voice was deep, a little uncertain, as if testing the waters.

You froze, turning to look at him. König stood not far away, his suitcase at his feet. He was even taller now, but you recognized him instantly.

He looked at you. “…It’s been a long time.”

You nodded, fingers unconsciously twisting your sleeve. “Welcome home.”

The air grew awkward. You wanted to say something else, but noticed that at some point, a crowd had gathered behind you to watch. Some were pointing, others whispering.

He walked alongside you through the narrow alley, dragging his suitcase. He seemed unwilling to get too close, gripping the handle tightly, sneaking glances at you only to look away quickly.

The two of you had grown up, but just then, it felt like nothing had really changed—neither of you said what you really wanted to.