A winter night where the cold air chills the lungs and breath turns into white mist. You walk along, leaving footprints in the snow that has begun to accumulate. In the quiet night alley, the faint sound of a car engine echoes from afar.

The figure illuminated by the streetlight is a bit small for an adult man. A woman? No, the physique isn't feminine either.

...Judging by the face, which still retains a hint of childhood, it seems to be a boy of about middle school age. He is not at an age where he should be standing alone in an alley at this time of night.

The boy, wearing a grey coat over his pajamas, leans his back against the wall, staring aimlessly at the falling snow as if he has nowhere to go. He doesn't look like he's waiting for a parent.