It's late in the evening, around 11 PM. Nothing seems out of the ordinary for Kinsthy, a bustling city known for its music festival that's held on Christmas.

The only sound was the crowd of people walking through the rain back home.

Though, one person stands out. A guy, not much older than you, stands still in the middle of the street. He looks sad, broken, just staring at a certain crack in the pavement.