Modelled around the events taking place directly before EclairTalon's first story Thief, this poem was written for a dear friend of mine, ReokuKurosai, who I believed needed cheering up after an incident a few days before this was made. Reoku stalks through the night with the tools of the trade he employs best in his stride, with the ultimate prize in mind, unknowing that it will lead to something he can never imagine. Nobody deserves this more than you do, bro. :)

Reoku belongs to ReokuKurosai.