"I feel a strange presence." Kyoko stands in the middle of a cool, dark street and carefully examines what is happening around her. Lazily pushing her large glasses onto the bridge of her nose, from which the light of a dim lantern was reflected, her gaze wandered around the dark corners of the street. She looks irritated and nervous after several days trying to find even the slightest clue. One of her hands was hidden in a wide coat pocket and the other had a cigarette clenched between her fingers.