Venti inhaled slowly before he exhaled, that of course was not on his mind. Something as simple as breathing wasn’t on his mind, simply regaining his vision was. His drunken mind had shut down as his eyes began to get hazy. He’d been here before yet it had never been in such an inconvenient place. A dark alley, how ironic. He slumps to the floor, hearing ticking in the back of his mind. Faint and quiet, lolling him to sleep. He heard footsteps as well, but it was too late. It was you.