Bruno had left the Kaiser's palace at a moment's notice. His thoughts were heavy, towards the past, the present, and as always the future.
But he had little time to dwell on them, at least not now. No, he had to meet with someone from his past. Someone he thought he would never see again.
And Bruno met Sakura at his old manor in Berlin. The address had been given to her, and she was escorted there by members of the German National Police.
The home had long since been abandoned by Erich and his family, who, in recent months, had moved back to the family's primary residence in Tyrol.
But it was kept clean and tidy by Bruno's staff, who maintained it daily.
Tonight, however, they had gone home, leaving it the perfect place for a quiet, private meeting.
When Sakura stepped through the doors, she saw him standing before the fireplace.
He had grown older. The lines on his face spoke of war, of loss, of endless burdens. But they weren't harsh, just gently worn.
