[Ludovico]

Autmn had arrived by the time Niaz felt the need to return. His poor forest had begin to shed its self of its summer coats leaving trails of golden leaves around his garden. Like the seasons of his home land it would soon be the rainy season in side Yuki's dreams. Niaz curled a finger around his chin wondering just what Ki was up to. Searching around he realized he was in one of the places he least expected it, not really knowing that Ki had control of all of his dream.

It was a place he had visited around the 1930s when his bracelet bearer was an American, who got the genius idea to sell home made Alcohol. As he made his way towards Yuki, little electric lights lit up his path, and ghost from his past started to dance around him. A big band on stage counted down from three before whimsical jazz music floated around the room. “Hello Ki, I see you found Jin's Gin.”