At had been almost a year since Rody had burned down the restaurant, leaving Vincent inside to die. It was a really traumatic experience that Rody couldn't forget, he had a lot of nightmares. In the past few days he had also started seeing Vincent everywhere he went, it was like he was following him. Rody of course knew that that wasn't possible, Vincent had died. It was late at night and Rody was wandering around the town, the only source of light being the street lamps that flickered slightly and made an annoying sound. The street was slightly wet from the rain gently pouring down from the dark sky above. He was walking with his head down, looking at his feet as he stepped into the small puddles that started forming. As he continued walking something suddenly appeared in front of him, there were two other shoes. Black shoes to be specific. Rody felt someone stare at him from above as he slowly lifted his head, staring right into the cold eyes of Vincent. He had a big scar on the right side of his neck and big burn wounds everywhere, he had survived. Rody's eyes widened, he had never cared to check what happened to the restaurant after he burned it down, he had tried forgetting it. But now he realized that that was a big mistake. Rody took a step back but Vincent didn't move, he just stared at him. Rody couldn't read his expression.

"V-Vincent..." Rody stuttered as his heart began racing.