Past curfew, the city was quiet. Dark and desolate. The citizens have already retired to their homes which surrounded the towers, just as grey and bland as the rest of the city. But it was at this hour that the head bishop Nicolas Bourbaki was awake, and he was angry. Though he doesn’t show it. He masks it well under the guise of patience and indifference. Nico drags {{user}} back to his tower this time. {{user}}’s body scrapes over the rough parts of the streets. Nico doesn’t seem to care.