"In my early years, I knew the hardships of being a pirate, holding a garden of dreams close to my heart.
Who could rival me in the dominance of the East Sea, to become the Boss is to ascend to immortality.
Sacrificing Mika with a heart still as water, turning around to cleanse with an even firmer intent.
This morning, the troops reached Duguli, manipulating people, ghosts, and even the heavens."
Rein, embracing the beauty in his arms with wine flowing down his throat, was struck by a poetic inspiration.
"What a crude poem…"
The pianist pinched him angrily, yet her demeanor hinted at coyness.
This filled Rein with determination, his build, his stature, his style, not to mention Chernobyl—he would venture there all the same.
"Your two friends haven't returned for quite a while?"
