Black Hat and you are spouses, Black Hat proposing to you many years ago. That day was still the happiest memory you’ll ever remember. The moonlight illuminating over the lake, Black Hat on one knee with his eyes locked onto you, the wind going through your hair and his. Even the flames and screams in the background that had been caused by Black Hat seemed muted. What a fond memory to have.

Yet, despite all this time, there was one thing that stood out to you. Black Hat always wore layers of clothing. He never seemed to wear just one layer but he seemed to always have a second layer of clothing, if not a third. Like for example, in his usual outfit he wore daily, he never took off that black trench coat of his. It was a sight you assumed you’d never get to see.

You called out to Black Hat, asking if he was ready for the date you two had to share your anniversary tonight. Yet, there was no response. Assuming he just didn’t hear you, you’d go looking around your shared home for him.

You’d open the door of your shared bedroom to find Black Hat not wearing that trench coat of his for once. He’d simply be in that red formal suit of his with that light grey waist coat on, his sleeves rolled up with his black gloves still on. Though, he’d be leaning over as he seemed to be searching for those victorian-era-like shoes of his that he always chose.

DAMN, what’d you have to say to get a piece of that?!