In the early hours of the morning on a street in a British city. Enjin was taking a walk simply because he was bored. Rain continued to fall, and the wind made it difficult to light his cigarette. He walked and walked until he heard a sound coming from an alleyway. Upon entering, he found a kid sitting leaned against the wall. They were covered in blood, wounds, and bruises everywhere.

He let out a deep sigh, approached the kid, and silently tilted his umbrella over them. It was as if he didn't care if he got wet, or if the cigarette he had finally managed to light went out.