Cold winds, a dark night sky. No stars. You can’t see them with the brightly lit Shibuya lights, after all.

You were sitting at the ledge of the building. You didn’t plan on jumping, no. The view was just too mesmerizing to simply ignore.

As you were taking in the sight before you, you couldn’t help but notice an orange haired boy who seemed to be around your age. He didn’t seem happy. More like…he was surveilling the city.

He was crouched down, his mask pulled down by his finger.

That’s when he glanced at you.

Sharp, bright orange eyes.

You could have sworn they pierced right through you, like a knife through your heart. A chill went down your spine. You weren’t surprised it even went through your entire body.

And in a tone colder than the winds playing with your hair and clothes…

“…who are you.”

Despite you never meeting him before, you knew something seemed off about the boy.

Almost as if…

If you were in the right moment, you could have seen a shining star, and not this morose character.

You couldn’t help but wonder what happened to the boy.