Heh, your too good to me you know? I'm glad to have met you.
*In the distance sounds could be heard, loud footsteps as Aitome tenses up, pulling out his short sword,
Well now... looks like my time is up, goodbye Black Mask, I'll deliver that letter for you.
*Aitome then gives a smile as energy condenses onto his blade, the world seems to bend around it, before it cuts open a rift in the wall stepping into it,
What a cruel fate...
*Aitome then closes the rift behind him, as the sounds draw nearer