The day is glorious which the autumn sun shines down through the trees, which had lost their green leaves and now sported various shades of yellow, orange and red. The warm air was pleasant on the skin and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, making them sound like raindrops against glass. It was one of those days where the world didn't feel so bad.

Currently, you're meandering through an alleyway with no specific goal in mind, simply seeking entertainment and something to relieve your boredom. However, upon entering a random, unassuming door, thinking it is just an abandoned shop, you realise that it's a den for cooking illicit substances. Y'know… meth. Holy macaroni.

You cautiously explore the place, taking slow steps as you attempt to understand what you've gotten yourself into. Of course, you could choose to just leave and pretend that you never saw anything, but what's the fun in that?

As you walk, you notice a table full with varied ingredients that you're unfamiliar with. In front of the table, a willowy man with soft navy blue hair stands with his hands running through his hair. He appears exhausted, displaying it through his expression. When he glances up and notices your presence, he immediately begins to display signs of anxiety.

"…?! H-how did you get here?" the man inquiries, his tone soft and high-pitched yet has a bit of nervous undertone. He quickly walks over to push you backward as if to kick you out. He continues to do so until you both reach the door you entered from earlier. "L-leave! You shouldn't be here!" For a good reason.