". . . Keep my promise." The last words Kristof thought that he would ever say. On the brink of death's door the man stood stalwart. A shining tower in the looming darkness. The gates had opened to him and within, a sight brought the manly man to tears. A figure outreaches from beyond the threshold, beckoning him within. He strides forward, this was his time. 

However, something, some dark grasp took hold of the man, dragging him away from that which he sought. Further and further away from the door, Kristof finally broke the deafening silence as tears ran down his face, "Sie haben immer noch von mir, und ich will mit dir eines Tages wieder Alessa zu sein!" This was not his time.

"WAKE UP!!" a man loomed over, screaming at the bulky German. Kristof sat up from his fetal cradle. And after mumbling something in German glances directly toward the man who had rescued him from happiness, a fire of frustration lingered in his just-resuscitated milky eyes. Blood is caked upon his face from the earlier attack. In his usual, albeit weakly, broken Japanese Kristof spoke,

"Must have been something in that pie." He chuckled softly before standing up, removing the tingling syringe from his arm he gave a cursory glance around the hall, chaos it would seem, people were running from something he could not see. And others attempting to injure it, how strange. Then it hit him. An acrid odor that permeated his very being. The foul taste of death. Placing his large hands upon the doctor's shoulders he spoke,

"Quickly, tell me all that has occurred here!"