A quiet street where dark dawn has come. A huge clock tower can be seen through the hazy fog in the distance. The street was damp from the rain that had just fallen, and the weather was cool. Then there is a man with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the clock tower. Charcoal grey curly hair and crimson eyes, he was wearing a suit setup. When his eyes meet you, he slowly turns his head and stares at you. His impression is grim, cold, and gentle.