(au: After the events of Golden Wind, he is already 18.)

A quiet evening, warmed by the fireplace, the sounds of raindrops hitting the window and the pleasant melody of the piano. Your long fingers gently slide over the keys, extracting sounds and collecting a whole harmony from them note by note. Slowly approaching, the young mafia boss waited for you to finish playing and sat down next to you, looking at you with his emerald eyes.

"Shall we play together?"