By the next evening, Venezia's arrival to the floating city of Venice took at pleasant turn. The streets and the ocean is what she found familiar. Not with her memory but to her intuition.

All this time, she had to remain low-key in this city, she could neither go to any parish's priest or approach any higher authority to go look for Mark. So, they both disguised themselves as normal citizen's first, dumping her lavish carriage aside and booked two rooms at the main-street, so that they can easily be located. Bruce accompanied and did everything according to what venezia planned like a happy assistant. Strange, he has never acted that way before. But maybe, he wants the same thing as her this time. Maybe the situations has been changed now. That's what venezia thought while resting a little in her small cottaged room in a well known tavern of Venice.

Meanwhile, Mark was distressed. He had no idea why he was so confused. what options is he even be suggesting himself. Because now that venezia has come back, everything could just go back to normal. Oh wait! but what if venezia has come to chase him. She surely knows about all his crimes, all the assassinations. Will she ever will understand the reasons behind them? Will she ever be able to forgive him? does she even trust him enough? what am i doing?

Mark was going insane, the questions, they would never stop. and at the end, he would give himself the worst and bizarre reasons. He asked Rio forcibly to leave him alone in his room, in order to make a decision out of himself. But it was taking more than required time to make one decision. Mark was not just shaken up by such a sudden change, but his past memories was haunting him like demons. On the other side, Venezia had already started with her search, hiring and putting pawns all over the city, Mark's situation was worsening.

He had shut himself for next two days inside the room that he was already in. Even the windows closed with no bed, nor food. Not that it should've bothered Rio, but this time he actually cared. He started to worry about what have had happened to him inside those closed doors. There might be the case of post-traumatic shock that he might not been able to handle himself.

Rio tried his best to act his usual unbothered himself, but he had to do something. It wasn't easy to remain calm. Especially when this situation has to do with him.

He reached near the shut doors of Mark's room, leaning against the weak wooden railing of a side balcony which was made to support the small corridors, he knocked twice and said what he thought was best suited for Mark now.
"I know that you haven't asked for my advice yet, and that it's none of my business to interfere but i should suggest you to go back to Venezia and try apologizing for once. You have created enough mess but i'm sure she'll understand. Believe me! i'm talking out of experience."

Just then, the shut doors flew opened and Rio stared into Mark's eyes. When he walked out, he was aggravated. This was not how it was supposed to happen. Anger, can only bring the worst in humans and within a minute second, concerned Rio tried to stop him. Mark quickly shoved Rio's hand off which was reaching out to stop him and he turned around to answer back. "You're not my father, so i don't need to listen to you or your advice, do you understand?" in a highly pitched up voice.

This was a different Mark. He has never acted this way before. Moreover, as time passed, he became authoritative and the taunts just could never end. He had answers for every passing comment Rio gave it to him. He became more alcoholic than before and the brothel completely suited himself as a home. Mark's fickle mindedness grew inside him like poison, it had no end. The manipulative but intelligent Mark was of no use and even hard to deal with for Rio. He had to put an end to this.

By Dawn, the brothel became more crowded and music filled the air as always. Mark enjoyed the chaos and clamoring voices of prostitutes and their customers, along with dancers keeping him entertained. He spent more of his sweet time, sitting near the bar counter, continuing to be intoxicated and keeping it professional with Rio and his men.

Rio stomped his jug full of ale, to shout at Mark once again out of frustration and anger of his sudden change in behavior. "For once, will you do something for your own good?"

"Woah old man, hahah calm yourself down...." Mark climbed down from his stool and approach Rio sitting next to him, taking one step at a time.literally. Then he slightly leaned against the bar counter and tilted his head sideways to take a glance at Rio and ask  "what's the issue?"

After a moment of uncomfortable silence between both of them, Mark shortly gasped and realised "You know what?? ... i agree with you. Surely i have been doing things for my own good,  but the difference was i wasn't doing it by myself."

The tension was visible on Rio's face. "Ohno, this is getting out of hand!" He whispered to himself. "Have you forgotten how much she loved you? how much she trusted you?"

"I HAVE NOT !" Mark yelled at him, thumping his palm on the counter to exert anger. "But she left me!"

"So why has she come back then? why would this even matter?" Rio's counter-argument was logical.

To which Mark explained. "She knows, she knows my crimes. She knows what i did, and she's here to chase me, to hold me captive and make me regret. Sure she loves me, but she doesn't know me. She would never understand, why. I know... that at-least she is a good human, enough to defy love over justification. And here i am, i could never justify my crimes in front of her."

"And i need nobody to save me now. If she is here to chase me...."

"LADIES !!!" he turned around and announced. "TOMORROW WILL BE AN EVENING FOR YOU ALL TO REST AND CELEBRATE YOURSELVES. I'M HOSTING A PARTY! ENJOY!!"

"Let me make her work, easier."  he turned back with a  smirk that made Rio enough tensed to understand that his intentions are dangerous.