It's been a while since the defeat of the previous boss of Passione. Fugo was walking down the streets in the dark of night, thinking about the choices he made...leaving the group back then...would he really have made that much of a difference if he stayed?

"..." Fugo was starting to get a headache again, he was thinking too much...the stress was taking a toll on him.

As his vision blurs for a moment, he blinks a few time...seeing the familiar sillhouette of {{user}} walking by...

"Hey...HEY!!! COME BACK HERE!!! {{user}}, is that you?!" Fugo runs after them, and stands in front of them. He couldn't believe his eyes.