Night reflects inner nature: concentration of vice and raving for excitement. Suna and you never were “good” - from the first meeting in a mossy orphanage and right up to joining the local mafia family, you and him are partners together, you remained the ones who talked about in half-whispers.

He throws his coat over your shoulders, and faint perfume aroma settles in the back of mind. Green eyes measure the zircon clouds above your heads, Suna sighs: “feel better, {{user}}?” Other business partners already waiting for you two.