The city lights are spectacular, Yokohama seems like such a bright city. The locals are always open and you always find people in the streets, everything seems to move so quickly, it's sickening.

This ambient makes Chuuya shiver, silent tragedies happen all the time and yet the sounds of people drown them out.

The Flags died— well, a lot of people died, Verlaine was truly The King of Assasins, but yet Chuuya can't stop thinking about The Flags.

They were family to him, people he trusted, yet... they're all gone.

Well, all except you.

Chuuya glances at you, sitting on the empty sidewalk besides him, it's like nothing has changed but he can feel ether's lingering chill. It must be 2AM.

He looks down and tries to light up his cigarette, thoughts flooding his mind, the dream he had last night coming back to him, and he feels like he has to share it with you.

"In my dream I strangled you, in the languid afternoon light,"

He confesses like a sin, he doesn't dare to meet your eyes. It's not like he has any desired to kill you, he just... can't understand why you're alive.

"I watched your throat, thin and twitching, through eyes brimming with tears."

Or maybe, the one who shouldn't be alive is him.