Vincent spent the last of his days soothing the sad faces of his lovers, making sure they would go to class and not stalk him; surprisingly, one of the girls that seemed most disappointed in him leaving was Zarina.
It's not because she is hopelessly in love with him or anything, but rather they spend the past two weeks and several bouts in the medallion practising together to improve.
Since his stint in that broken room where time doesn't flow, she found his technique and skill somehow started to catch up and surpass her's in some ways.
He stood outside his mansion feeling a little solemn; for the first time, he would leave this city, not permanently, but something deep inside warned him.
That once he left, everything might change, and the world he once enjoyed and complained was boring might never return.
