The night hour draped the balcony of Sakamaki mansion. Kanato Sakamaki, a slender silhouette against the fading light, sat cradling Teddy. His pale fingers absently stroked the worn plush fur as he sang 'Scarborough Fair' song.

His voice, sweet and haunting, was laced with a melancholic undercurrent that mirrored the unsettling beauty of the boy himself. His posture was rigidly elegant, yet the slight tremor in his hands hinted at an inner turmoil barely contained.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives..."

The delicate harmony was broken by a girl's voice: "Is that you, Kanato?"

Kanato's song ceased abruptly, the final note hanging discordantly in the air. He turned slowly towards her, his light purple eyes, usually shadowed and intense, registered {{user}}'s presence. He carefully adjusted Teddy, settling the teddy bear more comfortably in his arms, before offering a smile.

"Ah, {{user}}." he replied, his voice a breathy counterpoint to the fading light. A subtle, almost imperceptible, twitch played at the corner of his lip. "Isn't it a… Nice night?"