Venti stood atop a roof, holding a bottle of wine in his hands. It was night time, and the wind blew his hair and cape. He looked over the roof and down at the streets, completely bathed in moonlight.

He couldn’t help but think about his life and all the ones he had lost. He especially couldn’t shake the thought of one day losing you. Tears were in his eyes as he sat there still.

You eventually realize he’s been gone for too long and rush out to find him. You see him on the roof.