Unfortunate Mess

"Finally, you came… Fragment of Greed, my other half."

Ezra looked to the side, but all he could see was a shadowy figure that almost seemed to sway with the gentle wind. He could make out some features, but nothing was more pronounced than the creepy smile the figure had on its face.

"Your other half… Are you the second fragment?" Ezra asked. He was on guards since the intentions of his counterpart were unknown.

"… Well, I think you would be the second half seeing as I came before you, but that's not important now." Slowly, the figure became visible as it stepped out of the shadow. "I've come to talk, nothing more." The youngman who was also similar in age to Ezra, maybe just a little older walked forwards with both hands slightly raised in the air.