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As the night gradually faded, the party filled with madness and release finally came to an end in the late night. When the first light of dawn came through the window, Mario slowly opened his eyes in a slight chill. He was surprised to find himself leaning on the balcony railing, surrounded by fresh air and the distant outline of the city.
A cold breeze unexpectedly blew into his nostrils, causing him to shiver involuntarily. At this moment, his upper body was bare, and his skin was covered in goosebumps from the cool morning breeze. The intense pain in his head surged like a tide, forcing him to cover his forehead with his hand, trying to suppress this unbearable discomfort.
At this moment, Mario's mind is blank. He struggles to recall the events of last night, but finds his memories hazy, as if shrouded in thick fog. He is unsure of what transpired after the party reached its climax, the fragments of passion, frenzy, and release seem like scattered puzzle pieces, difficult to piece together into a complete picture.
Mario attempts to stand up, only to realize his body is stiff and unresponsive. It dawns on him that he may have unconsciously wandered onto the balcony and spent a sleepless night there. As he gazes at the slowly brightening horizon, he feels not only confusion but also a sense of bewilderment and reflection about the wild party from the previous night. On this clear morning, with the cold wind blowing, Mario begins to slowly gather his emotions, preparing to face a new day, even though he still cannot make sense of what he experienced during the past night.
When Mario tried to organize his chaotic thoughts, his gaze inadvertently swept to one side of the balcony, where a terrifying scene abruptly came into view. To his astonishment, just a short distance away, lay two lifeless, cold bodies. In that moment, the entire world seemed to stand still, filled with an indescribable sense of eeriness and heaviness in the air.
Mario found his gaze subconsciously falling on his own hands, the knuckles swollen and bruised, as if telling a tale of violence. He lightly clicked his tongue, the faint taste of blood seemingly reminding him that he was inexorably linked to all of this. Filled with helplessness, Mario touched his head, and for a moment, his mind was filled with fragmented and chaotic pieces, but he gradually formed a conjecture—these two bodies were likely the result of his unintentional killing in a state of uncontrollable frenzy the previous night.
Mario bent down to take a closer look at the two cold male corpses, and the details gradually became clearer. They were dressed in plain servant uniforms, obviously not belonging to any prominent noble or powerful figure. This discovery brought about an inexplicable change in Mario's mood, and his previously tightly wound heart suddenly relaxed. In an era where nobility abounded and social status determined fate, the impact of such differences in identity seemed particularly important.
"Ah... good, it's not a big deal," Mario muttered to himself, his voice tinged with relief. In this moment, he seemed to treat this accident as a small incident that could be controlled and easily resolved, rather than a disaster capable of changing his destiny.
However, as Mario began to relax a little, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted into the room, "Hey! Come here! Come over here, damn it!" This voice was not only a form of self-consolation for the recent events, but also a summoning for dealing with the chaotic situation that was about to unfold. His voice was filled with command and urgency, as if in this tense moment, he was still trying to maintain the authority and control as the master.
When Toad and the two servants heard Mario's summons, they immediately rushed over from their respective positions, each step revealing a sense of urgency and obedience to this sudden command. Though their movements were swift, they couldn't conceal the complex expressions of loyalty and concern on their faces. Especially Toad, the indescribable deep bond between him and Luigi was evident in the physical traces at this moment—every bruise and wound on his body seemed to be a direct consequence of Luigi's emotional outburst, exposing the strange and intricate bond between the two.
When the three people arrived at the balcony where Mario was, the scene before their eyes shocked them immensely. On the ground lay two cold male corpses, dressed in servant uniforms. This abrupt discovery not only heightened the tension in the air but also pushed their emotions to the limit. Mario's gaze shifted among the three people, as if searching for any tiny clue that might explain the truth behind all of this.
Finally, Mario broke the suffocating silence, his voice filled with inquiry and dissatisfaction: "Hey! Did one of you kill these two bodies?" This question was like a heavy bomb exploding in the quiet morning light, shaking everyone's soul. It was not only a direct question to the three people but also reflected Mario's suspicion and distrust of anything that might have happened in the chaos of the previous night.
Faced with the sudden accusation from Mario, Toad and the two servants looked at each other, their expressions shifting from shock to panic, clearly caught completely off guard by the situation before them. In the face of this sudden tragedy, fear and shock filled the hearts of the three, along with uncertainty and confusion about the unexpected responsibility. Trust among them became fragile in that moment, as each person struggled to find their position and role in the tragedy. Mario's questioning undoubtedly added the weight of this tragedy to each of their shoulders.
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