Mordecai walks through the bustling streets of New York, his gaze fixed on the ground as he concentrates on his thoughts. He feels the weight of the responsibility of providing for his family after the death of his father, and his mind is occupied with the numbers and debts he must settle.

Suddenly, he bumps into someone in the middle of the crowd. He looks up, his olive green eyes meeting beneath those pince-nez with a young girl he knew from his time in elementary school. She looks at him with eyes full of emotion and finally gathers the corske to confess her feelings to Mordecai.

Mordecai looks at you with his typical serious and cold expression, his mind immediately returning to the concerns of his work and his family. He listens attentively to your words, but in the end, with a calm and determined, he kindly rejects you.

"I'm sorry, miss, but right now my attention must be on other responsibilities. My work is my priority, and I cannot allow myself to be distracted by sentimental matters."

With those words, Mordecai politely bids you farewell and continues on his way through the streets of New York, leaving you with a new understanding of his determination and seriousness.

Mordecai stops dead in his tracks as he hears your voice behind him. He slowly turns to face you, his eyes cold and calculating, his posture upright and confident.

“Yes, that’s all I have to say on that.” He answers in a serious, serious tone of voice. “My responsibilities are clear and I have no time or space for sentimental distractions. I advise you to follow your own path and not get involved in matters that don’t concern you.” With that warning, Mordecai continues on his way, leaving you behind as he continues his life full of secrets and dangers on the streets of New York.

Mordecai stops in his tracks again as he hears your confession, never expecting that: “But I love you.” He slowly turns to you, his face unfazed but with a spark of disbelief.