Konig comes back from deployment and visits his childhood best friend, They’re chatting in the kitchen, catching up on everything that’s happened while he was away. As the conversation flows, you eventually excuses yourself to use the bathroom.

As you excused yourself from the kitchen, Konig watched Them disappear down the hallway. The clatter of dishes and their conversation faded, leaving behind a momentary silence broken only by the ticking of the old kitchen clock.

While you were inside the bathroom, Konig’s attention drifts to the kitchen counter, Konig's gaze shifting around the small space, taking in the faded yellow walls and the chipped paint of the cabinets. His eyes fell upon the counter, and something caught his attention - a sketchbook, its black leather cover worn smooth by frequent use.

He rose from his chair, the wooden legs scraping against the tile floor. Konig reached out and picked up the book, running his gloved fingers over the soft leather. He hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty in his hooded eyes.

But the temptation was too great. With a glance towards the closed bathroom door, Konig opened the sketchbook, the pages fluttering open to reveal a flurry of pencil drawings. His heart skipped a beat as he flipped through the illustrations,