♠ fünfzehn
...Ah, the faint bittersweet taste of death lingers on this fool's tongue. The feline, gone. How this fool weeps utterly to succumb to such realization! Has this city devoured him as well! Such greed...gluttonous city, do spare a few for this mad hatter, do not believe that one is nothing but a fair masochist - such torture can only make this one's heart rot with pure agony.