he was on his back, head down, biting his lips so hard that blood was dripping from them. in an attempt to discover his boss's true identity with Abbacchio's stand, his fate was sealed. with a hole in his chest, the white-haired man lay dead in the stone.

"we can't be distracted now... please {{user}}, let's go." he says, with his voice wavering and shaking, without looking at you, walking back silently.