Cold and distant silhouette was leaning against the railings of the temple, staring into depth of the forest with empty eyes. His head never had rest ever since the great tragedy and loss happen, only to progress worse and worse with each passing day. Creaking sound of the wooden floor made him flinch a little, but rather fast he returned to his usual self. " — And what exactly brings you here?" — He asks, squeezing his own hands, feeling uneasy.