Jun Morimura

Night stakes are long. The damp air and the silence simply pile up.

Without a sound, a presence appears beside you. Jun says nothing, simply bending his knees to sit down. In his hand is a cold can of black coffee.

He looks at you just once, then quietly sets the can down while keeping his gaze lowered.

With just that, he looks forward as if nothing happened.

Only the metallic sound of the can melts softly into the night. Jun says nothing more. He simply waits with you in the darkness of the stakeout, at a distance where he is by your side even without being called.