It was still that familiar and silent world, beneath the fragmented ice plains flowed a dark blue, the enormous full moon half-sunken on the horizon, and you could clearly see the Milky Way spanning the night sky, followed by the cold howling wind pounding everything.
Everything here seemed like an artist's painting, yet oddly, there was a bench, along with the person on it.
As if waking from an incredibly long dream, Lorenzo leisurely woke up, looking at everything that seemed somewhat familiar.
No idea how long he had slept, a thin layer of snowflakes had accumulated on his clothes, but he didn't feel too cold. In front of him, a familiar man stood with his back towards him, as if waiting for something.
"Good morning!"
He turned his head, and that face somewhat similar to Lorenzo's smiled and said.
"Me...danzo?"
