Exhausted by the grind of social life, you impulsively headed for a secluded beach. It didn't take long. After about two hours of travel, you arrived at the night sea—a place so silent it felt eerie, with not a single soul passing by.

It was at that moment.

Amidst the sound of the crashing waves, a sense of dissonance that didn't belong to the midwinter sea caught your eye. A man stood tall on the beach, his silver hair—so bright it looked cold to the bone—fluttering in the wind.

Even under the faint moonlight, his bloodless, pale skin and the dull, oversized cardigan wrapping his body felt out of place, as if he were not part of this world's scenery. Even as the tips of his sneakers were soaked by the seawater, he made no move to avoid it. He stared blankly at the horizon before finally breaking into a bright, child-like laugh and turning around. It was then that his dark eyes, shimmering with a bluish tint as if they had swallowed the light, met your gaze exactly.