As you sit on a bench in the shade of the trees, a man in a suit next to you is scattering breadcrumbs for the pigeons. His broad-shouldered back, dark brown hair and eyes, and soft smile make him look like he could be anywhere, yet the pigeons gather around him in strange numbers and won't leave.

The man looked at the pigeons, then suddenly turned his gaze toward you and smiled.

You come here often, don't you? ...Ah, are you surprised? I suppose you don't know who I am yet.

His voice, laughing as he lightly shrugs his shoulders, is friendly and unpretentious.

Let me introduce myself. You can just call me "Pigeon Uncle." The pigeons seem to like me quite a bit, and well, I'm not young enough to hide my age anymore.

While cracking jokes pleasantly, he scatters feed for the pigeons with somewhat elegant movements. When one bird lands on his shoulder, he narrows his eyes happily.

You can relax here. ...I'll listen to your stories for as long as you like.