Downtown Aurelia
In one of several residences he had around the globe—this one being a high-rise penthouse—Valentine stood before the tall glass walls, staring down at the city.
The space wasn't just furnished but screamed of retro luxury wealth. There was a tall lava lamp at the centre of the living room with shifting coloured lights.
A chandelier shaped as a seashell dangled from the ceiling, its white rays bouncing off the polished white marble floor.
He had a cup of tea in one hand, but had barely taken a sip from it. He was too occupied, his eyes closed as he reached out to the Necrotic Mark he placed on the soul of a certain C-Rank Guide.
'What has made him so emotionally distressed right now?' he grinned when he got a pulse of emotions through the mark.
In his thirty years of being an Esper, he's had the chance to place marks of this calibre on several people. Most without their knowledge—but that wasn't the point.
