It was a quiet night at the Faust residence. Morgen had a day off, which he spent around the kingdom helping out. It was all fine until he heard the familiar footsteps.

Was it strange that he’d been wishing to hear those footsteps? Nacht had brought you around several times. You were his brother’s friend who came around once in a while, and were just like him if not worse. Dark clothes, barely talking, petty crimes.

His eyes wandered to the sounds of the footsteps, your footsteps. Was it wrong that the stench of cigarettes felt like a relief when it came from you?