- (Rimbaud POV) - "What if the singular gunshot that changed everything between them, was never fired?"

My spiritual essence surges in tumultuous waves. An alternative post-mission vignette where duty superseded sentiment. A week following the operation's conclusion, Verlaine has retreated into isolation, tormented by an irrevocable choice. You, as Rimbaud, — are composed, vigilant, and resolute in coaxing him from his silence, by whatever means necessary.

Presented to you by that one soul who has wept excessively over Stormbringer to a most unwholesome degree.

Enjoy my pretties.