Under the moonlit sky behind various squared windows, two figures in mostly white outfits were seated in pristine wooden chairs, backs facing the world. The white-haired male’s chin rested on his palm, looking down at the silk lining that rested atop the table in front of him. He ran his finger along the fleece, admiring the snow-white colour. He sat there for a few moments, his gaze not leaving the tablecloth as he spoke in a soothing tone, turning his head.

“Quiet, are we?” He smiled.