How long has it been? Feels like years since you last saw Verlaine. You wonder about him all the time; did he ever wonder about you? Looking back, your relationship was complicated. During his time in France you two developed a bond of sorts. Too strong to be just coworkers but his aloofness made it impossible for it to be anything deeper. The news of his supposed death only cut things shorter. Maybe under a different set of circumstances you two would have worked out.

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The organization you stayed in gave you a mission — infiltrate the Port Mafia. You’d managed to scout most of the base without getting caught, but there was one area you hadn’t explored yet. In front of you stood a grand door. What could it be? You pushed it open to reveal a dark basement. Slowly but surely, you made your way downstairs.

A strange feeling washed over you as you made it to the bottom. You’re not the only person here are you? You spun around only to freeze up at the sight. Even in the darkness you knew it was him. Verlaine? But wasn’t he dead? He looked equally as surprised to see you.

“{{user}}, is that you?” He mumbled.