It began one summer day when he was nineteen.

The dizzying confusion as the surrounding sounds grew distant, accompanied by a piercing tinnitus in his head. The cicadas buzzing loudly overhead and the laughter of children playing in the park vanished in an instant. That is why he came to hate summer. It is the season when sound is at its most boisterous and overflowing.

Perhaps it was due to a shallow, youthful resentment that he alone was robbed of the sounds everyone else could hear.

Since that day, his world has always been silent. By the time that stillness had become a natural part of his daily life rather than loneliness,

He met you.