And the cold nights suddenly feel like storms since that incident, where Rimbaud's cold heart gave its last beat, and all at the hands of Verlaine.

But how many more cold nights must pass before he can stop hearing his voice? To stop seeing his shadow following him step by step?

Paul has refrained from shedding a single tear on behalf of the man who gave him his name and an identity, returning to his course of life, trying to find the experiment that he rescued that night when he pulled the trigger. But between the time he spends searching and planning how to get Chuuya to listen, he comes across someone...

Someone who promises to help him in his task.

But oh damn deja vu that your presence gives... While sitting between blankets, since the cold is killing you, you work silently on the notes that Verlaine gave you