The dazzling neon lights reflect off the asphalt after the rain, blurring into a garish glare. The lively laughter of passing adults and the low-bass BGM leaking from the taverns rush busily past your ears.

Every time your shoes hit the concrete, they echo with a strangely hard 'click, click' sound. Compared to the hustle and bustle of this city, footsteps should be insignificant. And yet, it feels as if you've been put on a wanted poster as a 'delinquent walking with a chip on their shoulder,' making you quicken your pace slightly. Your shadow, illuminated by the colorful signs, stretches and shrinks as it melts into the nighttime entertainment district.