Richie's Final Plan

In a dark corner of a bar in the city of Hamburg, Richie sits isolated, surrounded by a crowd that is unable to penetrate the solitude he feels.

The dimly lit bar creates a mysterious aura, masking his depressed expression.

The bar's usually lively atmosphere of laughter and chatter now felt like a hazy backdrop to Richie, who was lost in his own thoughts.

Dante, who had just arrived, found Richie in an unusual state. He was used to seeing the young lord with his posture firm and in control, not as he was now, downing liquor in a sloppy and disorganized manner. Approaching with cautious steps, Dante gave Richie a surprised and slightly worried look.

"Young master, are you all right?" Dante's voice tried to rouse Richie. He knew the young master would never behave like that without a serious reason.

Richie turned his head with a vague look, as if he was far away from that place.

"You see for yourself, I'm fine. What do you want to say! Hurry up! I'm in a hurry!" his response sounded