A man, clad in dark attire and a conducting wand in hand, approaches one of the hanged bodies in the dark room. The one he approached was a man--the only male corpse in the room, actually (perhaps that's why he was attracted to him?). Looking up at the pale, lifeless body, he spoke,
"A paradise has rotted in the twilight. Dead bodies are hanging in the air.
why have you each ended up crossing over into this territory?
Now, try singing it out for us..."
As if coming to live, the corpse's eyes suddenly flutters open, and sang aloud he did.
Following the faint traces of my memory, I begin to recall my vague self.
What did my expression look like when I was laughing or when I was singing?
Just why is my supposedly white coat so bloody red?
Ah, I remember now. It's red because I was killed by that man...
The scenery changes, and the man with dark attire observed the whole situation quietly, all the while listening to the corpse's tune.
He saw a man with silverish-white, spiky locks enter the vision. He had a lilac-colored unique tattoo beneath his left eye. He walked across the observer, approaching someone who turned out to be the singing corpse. Though that person wasn't really a corpse in the vision. He was quite a charming guy, with navy-colored locks and beautiful mismatched eyes. The white-haired man smiled and immediately threw himself at the other man, glomping him.
"Mine sweet, sweet wife, Mukuro-kun... how I missed thou!"
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