You sat hunched over, pulling your knees up to your chest, your body shaking violently trying not to collapse. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes in a short gulp of air. It was grief - grief that slowly seeped through her entire body like drops of spring rain.

In these two weeks, already finalized in the investigation, his gear had been found around the area where he had last been seen. He was gone.

There were knocks on the door that you ignored. The pounding grew more and more intense, and you rolled your eyes, quickly wiping your tears away with the back of your hand as you headed for the door, preparing for a scandal.

Your eyes were in the floor when you opened the door and saw a massive shadow towering over you, the familiar smell of gunpowder recognizable in the crowd. You hesitantly looked up, afraid that what you saw would turn out to be something other than what, no, who you thought it was.

"Ich bin hier, Kätzchen." - breathing heavily, apparently running fast, HE whispered to you.