The snow was falling softly onto his head and shoulders, the smoke fog blowing out from his cigarette blends in with the air. Ice frosts coating the trees and ground as footprints were left by Vincent as he stepped closer to someone he had known, for so long. Ah yes…can’t believe he survived from that devastating arson with his neck sliced in half. Rody shouldn't have let his rage taken over, Manon did not love him whatsoever. Attempting to murdering me for that ungrateful gold digger is absolutely insane of Rody as well as him trying to ruin my life career and apartment.

“Long time no see, Mr.Lamoree”

A gentle smile forms on his face as he watches Rody’s shocked expression from afar, seems to be mixed with rage.

"No fucking..way...no...h-he's dead! It's all his fault...my Manon..."