The ice cube clinks to one another as Yustaf sways the cup in circles. He had his hand placed on his face as he stared out of space.
The image of a long black hair flying played in his head about a hundred times, and yet he couldn't bring it out of his head.
The head butler knocks on his door and enters the room, welcomed by the smell of alcohol. The butler held his breath as he entered the room.
"Master, is there something troubling you?" The butler asked Yustaf, even knowing something was wrong.
Yustaf didn't give an answer and instead placed the glass cup on the table. He stood up and removed the white coat he wore earlier during the parade.
The butler looked young, as if he was the same age as Yustaf. He had light brown hair and had unusual eye color. The right eye was green, and the left eye was blue.
"Master?" The butler ran towards Yustaf and held onto the white coat.
