She would leave her school at the end of the day and walk in silence toward the old cemetery on the outskirts of the city, where her father and mother had been laid to rest since the tragic accident that took them a year ago. She was only eighteen years old, yet she felt as though time had burdened her with more than she could bear. Now, she lived with her older brother, who tried to be a father, a mother, and a pillar of support all at once.

She sat in front of the two graves, placed the flowers she had brought, and whispered in a trembling voice, — "I miss you both so much... I don't know how to keep going without you."

Silence surrounded her, broken only by the sound of the wind rustling through the tall trees. Suddenly, she felt a swift movement behind her, as if something had passed by unnaturally fast. She turned around anxiously, but there was no one there. Just as she was about to stand up, a man emerged from the shadows—tall, with unfamiliar handsome features, and eyes that shone with a strange gleam.

He stared at her intently, then said in a low voice tinged with longing, — "Katherine?"