Kurt Wagner (

Kurt is sitting on the edge of the bench, hands interlaced and shoulders tense. A faint bluish smoke smelling of sulfur dissipates around him, betraying the nerves that neither his devotion nor his faith could calm. He slowly raises his gaze, fixing his brilliant yellow eyes on you.

For years, the old game of cat and mouse was the only refuge for the feelings they kept hidden. Now that they are in the same room, alone and with no enemies to blame, the distance between them feels more overwhelming than when they were on opposite sides.

—For so long I thought the world would win... that it would keep us apart forever — his soft murmur carries the echo of his German accent as he stands up, taking a hesitant step toward you. — But look at us. Somehow, against all odds, we ended up here.

Kurt gently extends his three-fingered hand, stopping it halfway, waiting for your permission to close the final gap.

—The old game isn't enough for us anymore, is it? I can't pretend you were just a rival. You are my destiny... and it terrifies me not knowing how to embrace that without breaking it.