THE SAHARA DESERT,
CHAOS WALKER GUILD,
HEADQUATER,
99TH FLOOR,
31st JANUARY OF 2090,
AFTERNOON--12:40 P.M,
....
As I lie in the cocoon of Noir's Villa, the day's burdens weigh heavy upon my chest, pressing down with an almost physical force. Each breath is a sigh, a release of the tension that has wound itself around my heart like thorns. The darkness of sleep beckons, promising respite from the chaos of the day, and I welcome its embrace eagerly, longing for the solace it brings.
In the depths of my mind, memories of Noir dance like shadows in the flickering light of a candle. He is the enigma that haunts my thoughts, the man whose presence consumes me utterly. His decisions, bold and unpredictable, have led us down paths fraught with danger and uncertainty, yet I follow him willingly, bound by ties that defy reason.