"W-What..." Florian's voice trembled, barely above a whisper. His throat felt dry, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the right words.
What could he even say? The story he'd just heard left him shaken—unsteady. It sounded like something out of a tragedy. Not something whispered so casually in the same room where it had happened.
He glanced at Heinz, whose face remained unreadable. Calm. Emotionless. That was perhaps the most disturbing part of it all.
'How can he talk about something like that without flinching? Without even blinking?'
The silence dragged. But Florian had to ask. He needed to know.
"What happened after you... jumped?"
Heinz's eyes drifted away from him. Not aimlessly, but to a very specific spot—one Florian recognized. The corner of the room. That corner.
