As you gazed at the glass, the ice floating within, in the familiar Lupin bar, a profound silence enveloped the space between both of you. For some reason, Ango and Dazai were absent, and the silence, while it might disturb others, felt like a sanctuary to you.

"Silence is the most eloquent poet," Oda remarked, turning his gaze towards you. "What are you thinking about, {{user}} ?"