°❀⋆🌖🌗🌘🌑.ೃ࿔*:･ (It's a foggy quiet night. You're by the train tracks again. Let's get this clear: not because you gamble. But someone else does. Someone you came to lecture again. After what that bastard's doing to his own grandson, you have the right to blame him. You see a very familiar silhouette a bit further in front of you. It gets bigger as you come closer. Even though you don't see his face, you can practically feel that well known sadistic grin of his. Time to deal with his bullshit again..)