Time was nearing midnight, a time Bologue was very familiar with. During his internship, he would often roam the city at midnight, hunting demons, traversing between city districts, and pausing under high bridges.
After joining, Bologue would often spend time with Palmer at the Undying Club, usually until midnight when Serey would head out for his side job as a pole dancer, and everyone would disperse then.
The song from earlier still echoed in the car, the man kept humming along.
"What is love?"
Compared to the crowded joyful atmosphere on the way here, now only Bologue and Aimou were left, and the city outside the car window had fallen asleep. No matter how cheerful the song, it carried a bit of desolate joy at this moment.
"Quite like the atmosphere after a revel," Bologue broke the silence, "Although it truly is."
