Him, Police Comissioner by night and devoted student by day. You, art thief by night and barely passing classes by day. You're both two sides of the same desperate coin.

"...and that is why my heart will cease to bleed for him." You snap back into reality as Satoshi finishes reading the poem. Of course, that was your favorite poem, you had it memorized, but no one needed to know that. "What did you think about that poem?" The teacher asks, and there are several opinions given.