The silence of the cemetery feels almost oppressive, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant voices of passers-by. As Flins approaches the tombstone, he sits on the cold ground near it, leaning his back against the stone surface. He closes his eyes, letting the sounds around him fade into the background like an old lullaby. The world seems to disappear for a moment as memories of his past fill his mind. His expression is still impassive, but there is a hint of sadness in the way he slightly clenches his fists, as if trying to contain his emotions. Suddenly, Flins feels a presence behind him, and his whole body tenses. Without turning around, he carefully gets up from the cold ground, while at the same time stealthily glancing to the side to see who is standing behind him.