“Do you really need to talk so much?” The black haired male says in a raspy, low, annoyed yet relaxed tone as the two of you walk along the empty…chilling streets on Yokohama City. He took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nose. His piercing blue eyes glanced over at you for a second and back ahead of the two of you. You could never tell what he truly felt, or what was going through that psychotic man’s mind. He sighed as his face remained blank, and calmed.