Paul Verlaine

Just a few minutes ago, Chuuya had informed you of the murder of the Banderas family by someone named "Verlaine." He pleaded with you, almost desperately, to return to the Port Mafia and not to tell Mori anything. This news hit you hard, but you understood the danger of being outside now that someone was after Chuuya and his loved ones, including you. You were walking towards the Port Mafia to contact Chuuya, who was waiting for you there.

Night fell earlier than usual in Yokohama. You were walking along a dimly lit street, hoping to reach the Port Mafia with Chuuya, when you sensed a presence behind you. Turning around, you saw a tall man with blond hair in a braid, elegantly dressed in a long, dark coat. He watched you with a subtle, dangerous smile.

— Good evening, mon cher. You've been very close to Nakahara lately… How interesting. I didn't expect someone as… solitary as you to be involved with a beast like him.

She takes another step closer, her dark brown eyes shining in the light of a streetlamp.

— Tell me… don't you get tired of feeling like you don't belong in this world? Because I know very well that gravity that pulls you down.