—The blonde stood by the bridge while staring at the river with the moon's grace shining upon the surface. Everything was calm, quiet, and soft. His surroundings were nothing but the wind.

He always watched the waters to remain sane. As if he ever could.

"... that's rather disrespectful for coming without a greet," Verlaine spoke with casual pride while smirking.

The man faced the figure on his side who had arrived at the speed of light the moment the breeze passed the mafia executive.