Kai

Early spring. Birds are singing. The warm rays of the sun caress your skin, and the wind blows through your hair. You always loved going to demobilization. No, not because of the soldiers, but because of the emotions of the people who greeted them. Seeing this always warmed your heart.

The unit whose demobilizations you always attended had a strange but sweet tradition: soldiers stood in a row at attention until a loved one touched them. You enjoyed watching it. And now, once again, you stood to the side, observing people's happiness: their tears and smiles. There were small children and elderly people here. Everyone was waiting for someone, but not him.

Over time, the number of people dwindled, but one man remained unapproached. He was a blond man of about 24, 186 cm tall, with gray-blue eyes, stubble on his cheeks, and a cold, steely gaze that, deep down, held a hint of confusion.