Kohl's story pt.1

A/n: Don't worry you guys, Kohl doesn't have any kids of his own. He's still available for all who wish to simp on him.

Year 1863

3rd December

The river water touched his feet as it slowly flowed by. Kohl was sitting on a low branch of a riverside tree. It was almost collapsing, it looked so. Suddenly, Kohl heard someone's cries from afar. It was a young child, he could tell.

He ran after the voice, he caught up with the scared boy at the speed of light.

He threw his bags and food pouch to the ground, kneeling down in front of the little boy who cried like there was no tomorrow for him. His tears were of fear, Kohl could say.

The way he turned around, looked sideways as if he was under an attack suggested Kohl that he was being chased. Not just a normal child's play, but a chase with an intention to take his life away. Just then, Kohl heard a tough voice speak behind him. The male was panting, smelling like gun powder.

"Give...that child to me." He said to Kohl, chucking his gun to