It was a quiet early morning. Neuvillette, as usual, spent on the banks of the river. He stood leaning over the water and watching his blurry reflection.

Many said that he was an insensitive and cold person. He really tried to be like that in public. But, when he was left alone with his thoughts, it was hard for him to retain his indifferent persona.

Neuvillette heard nothing but his own thoughts. He did not even notice how you approached him from behind.