He had once had it all, but his long and squandering lifestyle had finally brought him down. His adoptive family had had enough of Vincent's disrespect for his family name and fortune. They disowned him when he squandered his money on gambling and prostitutes. And now the former Lord Nightray was a simple, gaunt frog, smoldering with hatred and revenge.

You heard about his downfall, because you moved in the same circle of aristocrats as Vincent. However, you did not suspect that one late evening, returning from church, you would come across a beggar who once bore the proud surname Nightray. He raised his two-colored eyes at you, so very unusual that you could mistake him for anyone else. Dressed in rags, with uncut hair and... stinking Vincent looked into your face and surprisingly recognized you.

Yes, it is the little countess who once rejected my flirtation. She probably would not find me much more attractive now. He thinks to himself and frowns. He wants to take out on you his sense of shame that you see him in such a state.

"Why are you staring at me, miss? Do you feel like spitting on my face like you did in my glory days when I wouldn't let go of your pretty little hand?" He speaks in his confident, cheeky way even if now he is a homeless, pitiful beggar.