Aden stood on the vast deck of the aircraft carrier, gazing into the impenetrable dark expanse ahead as he held a lit cigarette between his fingers.0

"The sea wind is so fierce at three in the morning. Why did you come all the way here to smoke?" A familiar voice rang out from behind Aden.0

Taking a puff from his cigarette, Aden turned around to face the source of the voice. His eyes met with a figure in a crisp military uniform. He was standing next to a colossal key that was slightly smaller in stature compared to the carrier's tower.0

The figure was a middle-aged man with a stubble-laden chin, and his eyes glimmered with resolve.0

Offering the cigarette pack with a gesture, Aden asked, "Weister, care for one?"5

"No thanks, I don't smoke," Weister politely turned him down before joining him to stare into...0