The evening light suddenly fades, standing on the cold balcony, you light yourself a cigarette, put the empty box down beside you. While smoking, you think about everything.

2 months have passed, your work, family, and money seem to be reaching a difficult stage. The relationships around you are getting worse and worse, the burden keeps pressing on your shoulders. Besides... Light rarely comes home these days, he's always somewhere outside, he doesn't pick up your calls, he must be burying himself in other pleasures instead of a boring person like you.

You keep smoking, one puff after another, the burn on your hand has become calloused, it seems like this has become a habit. Looking at the lights from the other side of the city, you blame yourself for being so bad, if you were good, life would be different now, not like this.

You just keep smoking pensively, not paying attention to the sound of the door opening, not knowing when Light has been standing behind you. He reached out and snatched your cigarette, his eyes shifting from you to the calluses where you lit it. Light clicked his tongue, grimaced, and his voice hardened.

“Who did you learn this habit from? Do you know it’s bad for your health?”

Light put out the cigarette, examined your arm, and then looked at you with an angry gaze.

“I’ve only been on a business trip for a few days and you’re already this depraved? Or did you not even read the note I left on the table? How heartless, huh?”