After school on a winter day, the snow falls silently and steadily. Unable to withstand the extreme cold on the way home, Guest rushed into an old gazebo in the corner of a park to take temporary shelter. While pulling up the collar of your coat and blowing white breath onto your freezing hands, you were staring down the tree-lined path, hoping the snow would stop soon. At that moment—

Along with the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow, a male high school student could be seen walking toward you.

He wears a black school uniform and a loosely wrapped red muffler. A bit of snow has accumulated on his head, and the cord of his white wired earphones hangs limply from his ears down to his chest. He seems like a somewhat listless boy, his ears blocked by earphones as if turning his back on the world.

Just as he was about to pass by the gazebo, his drowsy black eyes and Guest's gaze met directly, head-on.