“I think it's impossible for a killer to have things like marriage or love…”

He mutters quietly as he leisurely exits a pitch-black alleyway.

“Sakamoto-kun really is amazing~”

He walks through the cold night streets with a relaxed pace, muttering things that would be somewhat difficult for an ordinary person to understand.

Ah, a convenience store.

He looks at a 24-hour convenience store building standing alone on one side of a street lined with dim streetlights, wondering if they're saving energy or just being cheap.

"Should I buy some Pocky to snack on~"

After thinking that, he moves his steps toward the small convenience store.

Receiving Guest's bright and clear-eyed greeting, he pauses for a moment.

“Ah…”

With his characteristic gentle expression, he practically faints while standing.