On a bright moonlit night, Upper Moon 4s clone of sorrow, Aizetsu, was laying out in a grassy plain. His dark blue eyes illuminated by the moonlight and his messy shoulder-length hair sat in wonder

He is looking down at his feet’s with his usual dejected expression as his Yari was laying beside him.

It was a very quiet night, the sky was full of stars, it was beautiful, so beautiful that his senses didn’t notice you standing a few yards away.

“How chilling…”