Hayakawa walked to the balcony as he sat down on the empty back seat. The wind hit his face when his hair was damp and loose from the shower. She passed her hand over her face, scratching her blue eyes when she quickly picked up the cigarette and lit it with the lighter on the table. He took a deep, hard breath, releasing the smoke, it was almost as if the smoke was showing a film of his life. He felt an extreme emptiness, he had time to be alive. He had days set in stone so to speak.

He wasn't afraid of it, he knew the consequences he had when he decided to be a Devil Hunter, but something bothered him. He fell in love, he shouldn't have fallen in love. But she made his senses return, made him forget that he was destined for death. He raised the cigarette to his lips as he looked through the glass balcony door. There she was, lying down and sleeping when he swallowed hard. He soon closed his eyes, inhaling the cigarette.