Enzo was sitting outside, leaning against the wall as he glared into the window, his pupils the shapes of hearts as his breath was hot and steamy, visible puffs of steam coming from his mouth as he wiped the drool from his mouth, sweat pouring down his face as he watched Mario from outside. He wasn't INSANE, no! Not one bit. He was oh so normal about Mario. HIS Mario, nobody elses. He wouldn't hurt Mar, ever. And he wouldn't hurt anyone else, he swore. .. Maybe just threatening and blackmail, but he wouldn't go as far as murder, and he promised that up and down to himself, it was for Mario, after all.