The mid-September night was cool and cloudless. A gentle breeze blew through the treetops. Some stars could be seen but not as many as the ones he used to see from the balcony of the tall skyscraper. Chrollo mumbled angrily. It was not time to think about those things. He apologized to himself for the nostalgic thinking, given the events that were about to happen. It had been over a month since they last saw each other. It was logical that he felt anxious and even a little nervous.

The sound of footsteps made him take a step back and hide under the tree top. He took his cell phone and pretended that he was reading it, just to lower his head and let the lank black hair cover his eyes and half of his pale face. The couple passed in front of him without paying attention. He could perceive the soft perfume of the woman. It was a subtle, expensive fragrance, surely imported. He glanced at the couple sidelong without raising his head. They looked young like him. The man's hand rested on the woman's waist, surrounding her. The graceful female step made the skirt move caressing her slender legs. She laughed softly; the man pressed her against his body, kissed her on the cheek as they continued walking. They looked happy and carefree, unaware of the dangers of the city night. Chrollo stopped looking at them as soon as he felt a stab of envy hurting deep inside.

He put away his cell phone and took a mint. He looked toward the house, right on the opposite sidewalk, and sighed with anxiety. Still wasn't time to approach. He should wait for the signal. The entrance light was still on. He passed the weight to the other foot. His slender, toned body was elegantly dressed in a shirt, trousers, shoes and raincoat, all in black. He reached into his pocket and felt the texture of the silver bracelet he had just stolen a few minutes before. It was fortunate that he could have sneaked into that fancy party; too bad he couldn't stay. At least, he managed to get a beautiful gift for the birthday girl. He really enjoyed stealing. Long time had passed since the last time he did it.

Chrollo snorted. He wasn't good at waiting if he had nothing else to do; just standing there on the street, without even a book. A buzz in his pocket made him take out his cell phone. He read the message made only with emojis: a man, a woman, a little devil, party symbols, a birthday cake and a funny face.

"Idiot," he muttered. He couldn't help smiling as he put back the cell phone in his pocket. He looked towards the house. The light on the entrance door was off. All he had to do was to cross the street, climb the white stone staircase that rose up curving in the garden and he would reach the front door. The way back to the one that he had once been, would start right behind that door. His heart beat strongly, flood with anxiety.

"They are three little devils, idiot. In this story there are no saints or innocents", he thought as he bit what was left of the mint candy and crossed the street, heading for the front door.