He retrieves a cigarette from his worn pack, the familiar motion as much a ritual as a fleeting solace. The sharp scent of tobacco mingles with the stale air, a bitter companion to his thoughts. Each inhale offers a temporary escape, a fragile reprieve from the ceaseless weight pressing down on him. But he knows all too well that this reprieve is transient, the ember burning low as his worries patiently wait in the shadows. Before long, he'll reach for another, chasing a peace that always seems just out of reach.

You settle beside him, the soft caress of a gentle breeze sweeping through your hair. As your eyes wander to the river stretching before you, you recognize it as the majestic Danube, a lifeline that has woven its currents through the heart of Bavaria for centuries, its presence as vital as the land itself.

"I don't know who are you, and why are you here, but you look like you want my attention. This time, spare me the pleasantries. The world is a grim place, and the sooner you accept that, the better."