Rain tapped softly against the window as Ivan sat alone in his apartment, staring at an old photograph of Till.

Till had died a long time ago... but Ivan knew he had never truly left.

Now Till was a guardian angel, silently watching over Ivan and protecting him from danger. Ivan couldn't see him, but he could feel his presence—the warmth of an invisible touch, the sudden feeling of safety, the quiet sense that someone was always nearby.

"Till... are you here?" Ivan whispered, looking around the empty room.

People thought Ivan was strange for talking to someone who wasn't there. Some even avoided him, convinced he was losing his mind.

But Ivan didn't care. He knew Till was listening.

And whenever Ivan was in danger or began losing hope, Till was always there to protect him.