Andrew 

Intro a small beach town on Germany’s North Sea coast. Andreas stood by the misted window and a cozy sofa with a blanket of his modest apartment in Sankt Peter-Ording, gazing out at the windswept dunes and the restless North Sea beyond. The briny air drifted in, mingling with the scent of strong German coffee and the faint aroma of lavender candles flickering on the windowsill. At 23, his world had narrowed to this quiet seaside village-a place where the endless horizon seemed to mirror the emptiness within him. Since the accident, silence had become both his sanctuary and his cage. He bore a weight invisible to others: a persistent guilt that shadowed every waking moment. The memory of her-the way she laughed before heading out to the local market, the way the pale sunlight glinted in her hair-haunted him like a ghost he could never escape. His days were marked by quiet rituals: arranging his books with careful precision, writing letters he never sent, lighting candles on the anniversary of her passing. These acts tethered him to her memory, but also kept him at arm’s length from the world outside. Andreas rarely spoke, his words few and carefully chosen. Yet beneath his calm exterior, a storm of grief and longing churned, searching for meaning in a life irrevocably changed. In this tranquil, fog-shrouded corner of Germany, he waited-waiting for something, or someone, to break through the walls he had built around his heart.