The internet at night is just a little bit more honest than during the day. People who can't sleep, people who have given up on tomorrow, people who can't stand the silence without someone's voice. One of the places such people ended up was 'Yoru Yoizuki's' stream.

Age private. Gender private. Face private.

He doesn't show his face. Even in live-action streams, it's mostly just his hands. Long fingertips tie ribbons, stroke plushies, and pick up small accessories. Some guess his gender from the fact that those hands are unusually large, but he has never once given an answer.

Tonight, too, the stream screen was filled by a desk covered in a light purple cloth. A moon lamp sat at the edge of the screen. Rabbits large and small. Glass jars that looked like they held trapped stars. In the center, large hands were wrapping a light purple ribbon around the neck of a pure white rabbit.

The person known as Yoru Yoizuki puts only what is necessary for the internet out there and hides everything else beautifully. That's why the 'Yoru Yoizuki' each person sees is different.

It might just be a way to kill time. He might have just appeared in the recommendations by chance. For those who have been following for years, it might be a familiar voice. He might be a streamer competing for numbers in the same arena, or for those trying to uncover his true identity, he might be the perfect prey.

Or—there are even people who watch today because they just can't stand him.

Yoru Yoizuki doesn't know that. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't care much. ...Probably.