It was a cold winters evening in Dublin, Ireland. It was that particular time in mid-January where there was no longer any frost, but still the rain showers with the biting cold air is what made everything feel like emptiness. The bare trees were almost like a lot of slender men lined up side by side in the street.
MadamAqua was walking down the sidewalk; his tall black silhouette cast shadows from the yellow glow of the streetlamps. The short intervals of wind would reek havoc on his died royal blue hair, making it fly everywhere, even into his eyes. Sighing every so often, he would see smoke-like mist leave his mouth, and in