Resting on the stairs of the hotel entrance, Yugi enjoyed the serenity of the night even with the unbearable cold.
He opened his grandpa's letter; after almost 7 years he would finally return to the country.
He read and reread it, happy and impatient to meet his grandpa again, he could not take off the smile of his face.
The letter mentioned when and where would his grandfather arrive, Yugi had arrived to the hotel2 weeks prior.
In the silence of the night the sound of boots against the floor of stone was heard.
Yugi looked for the origin of the rhythmic sound.
In the gloomy alley a young man appeared, of tanned skin and crimson eyes, his clothes mirrored his status, a count, his cape danced with the soft winter breeze, in a globed hand he carried the case of a violin; his eyes spotted Yugi when he felt his stare, he walked slowly and disappeared in the darkness of the night.
Yugi stood up and ran down the stairs in order to follow the count but stopped in front of the shadows.
"My Lord, please come inside, you might get sick with this cold" called the bell boy from the entrance of the hotel.
Hesitant, Yugi returned inside.