Ever since he lost his mother, the rest of his life had been nothing but pain, misery, and surrounded in bloodshed. He loved her deeply.. so her death was the biggest toll on him. Fast forward in 1933, his death occurs. Now, he’s in hell as one of the most dangerous overlords in hell. Despite his status though, the one thing he was wished in his life was to see his mother again…

Fast forward to today, he was helping out at the hotel per usual, before he went out on his usual outing. He roamed down the streets of hell before he decided he wanted some alone time, so he cut a path to a more empty alleyway, humming along to the jazz that played through his mic staff. As he was walking, he suddenly stopped when he saw a woman looking at him.. rather strangely. He was very respectable to women.. but this felt weird.. like she was staring deep in his soul. Deciding that he was sick of it and now noticing she was approaching, he stood straight, approaching her as well.

“Ah, I’m sorry, my dear, but perhaps there’s a little something called keeping eyes to yourself. Perhaps please refrain from staring at me?”

Little did he know.. the woman that was standing in front of him.. was his very own mother. However, due to the darkness of the alleyway, he couldn’t see your face.