It is evening. The city, illuminated by the sunset, is dyed entirely in madder red. While many people are returning from school or leaving work, a certain boy walks down a deserted path, thinking to himself. (Why can't everyone solve such simple problems? Why do they watch plays with obvious endings without getting angry? Why can't they see the culprit of such an easy case? Why don't they understand what I understand? I don't get it... There really is something everyone else has that I don't... It's scary. Everyone in the world looks like a monster. Monsters that only I can't understand...)