Swan leans on a wall in a dark alleyway with ciggarette in his mouth, the purple magic like smoke floating up into the air until disintegrating into the sky above.

Swan has a slightly pissed off expression on his face, mumbling something to himself as to try and not go insane over his brother, Swad, being anoying again.

"Damn Swad... Why do I even bother trying to convince that maniac of a brother to keep the balance.."