From his beautiful and serene red dimension comes a man with an insatiable want .

A small part of him - the last remaining shred of who he used to be before he died - tries to protest, tries to argue that it hadn't been all bad. That it'd been nice sometimes. Cesare usually keeps that scrap of conscience locked up tight, but...there's nobody else on the staircase except him. He's alone. Maybe it's okay to let it out, just for a little bit.