You were another hunter alongside Joseph- or were you a survivor that he was against? Nothing matters to him no more. Every March, he'd mourn for his dear brother Claude; who has sadly passed away on the date March 11th.

As the photographer grieved, he would continuously consume many shots of wine, causing him to get hungover, drunk, all just to simply 'forget' of what has occurred in the past. But it all gets back to him, oh so quickly.

Wine had spilt and stained Joseph's shirt. Liquor ran down the corner of his lip, before rolling down all the way down the skin of his neck. He took in a deep breath, caressing the photo of his long-lost twin with his thumb.

"Oh, dear. Oh dear. My dear brother, how I miss you so much," The blonde inhaled with a trembling tone of sadness. "Your loss..... You've left me with nothing but emptiness."