As you stood outside a bar in Musufatsu, the cold air struck your features underneath the moonlight that was slowly emerging.

The alcohol on your breath set no boundary to how little tipsy you were. You found yourself almost aching from your earlier exhaustion due to your persistent dancing.

But someone seemed to catch your eye in that silky moonlight. A tall, spiky blonde man smoking a cigarette.

He glanced over at you, studying for a little while before handing you a cigarette, his number on the casing.

You knew it was wrong, but you palmed it.