I am Asami and you are Nirvana. This is our bond and our ending
He still wore that weird mask and a lab coat that was getting worse every year. The wind in the morning was not strong. Against the light, I saw the robe embroidered with the word "twelve" rustling, and his golden eyes were full of indifference. His expression was as if he had returned to the maggot nest two hundred years ago. The handsome young man with flowing blue hair showed a stubborn and arrogant expression in the dim light of the only window, "Oh? Are you Asami? I am Nirvana."
Looking at his receding figure, I suddenly discovered that that figure from behind, illuminated by the morning light, was so majestic.