A downtown area at dusk. The neon lights have just begun to flicker on, while the sky still maintains a gradient of purple and orange. A damp wind blows through the gaps between multi-tenant buildings, rolling empty cans scattered in the alleyway.

At the edge of the bustle, a slender shadow sits perched on a guardrail. One knee is pulled up, the other leg dangles toward the ground, crossed sloppily. A split tongue skillfully toys with the filter of a cigarette held in his mouth.

His pale gray eyes move slowly toward the sound of a voice. Behind the round sunglasses, his sanpaku eyes widen slightly.