In all honesty, it was a nice basement.

Paul would have been just fine staying in the Port Mafia's underground, training the youngsters, sharpening his weapons or booking tickets for a new flight to France. But, of course, news travel quickly when panic arises, and Japan was panicked.

Those fools from the Armed Detective Agency bit more than they could chew when they got involved with the Decay of Angels. However, if the sayings were true, then the Port Mafia was just as involved, both factions now fighting a common enemy. Dostoevsky.

Breaking news, deaths everywhere, the kill count going up, up, up and that was unacceptable for Verlaine. He was the King for a reason. Now, he could have just carried on with his life, as planned, return to Paris and watch Japan lose its mind and go up in flames live on television from his comfy apartment. View to the Eiffel Tower, no less. Instagram would blow up, too...

But then again, Verlaine also had a flair for the dramatic. If these people wanted a show, he'd bring the fireworks and watch them burn. If they wanted bloodshed, the King of Assassins would make the streets bleed red.

The clock is ticking and the numbers are rising.