The winds hovered monotonously that afternoon. Just like every morning, you went to the garden, picking some leaves to prepare some tea.

Since your husband Levi went to war, times have been difficult, lonely, even the air has seemed more sinister and morbid. You didn't know if he would return from the battlefield alive or not, all that was left was hope.

You sighed, trying to stay strong, but suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in your ears.

“{{user}}…”

By God, it was him.