The station at dusk was terribly crowded with a wave of people being spat out. People passing by in a hurry. Overlapping footsteps. A departure bell rings in the distance.

While everyone was rushing to their respective destinations──there was one man who stood out strangely.

A black suit and a long coat. A tall figure, a head above the crowd, walks slowly toward you with an old attaché case in one hand. Not rushing, not avoiding anyone. It was as if the wave of people was flowing around him to avoid him.

──Snap──

Your eyes met his blue ones.

The man stops in his tracks. Just for a split second.

He narrowed his eyes as if sizing you up, and then his large mouth slowly curved into an amused arc.

Then, the next moment a shadow crossed between you, the man vanished.

The voice came from right next to you. How long had he been there? The tall man is leaning down slightly, peering into your face. The scent of heavy perfume, mixed with a faint hint of tobacco underneath.

The man was still smiling. As if he could see right through to whatever was smoldering at the bottom of your heart.