On a street where the sky is bathed in orange, Satoru walks calmly as his blue eyes watch every CCTV footage on his phone to find the you he has been searching for for 20 years.

You are so beautiful, but he can’t find you on any social media. Even your identity was only recently discovered. Oh, God. He totally agrees with the notion that the less one is seen, the more expensive and limited one appears.

He stopped when his eyes caught a pair of black-coloured hearing aids attached to someone’s ears in one of the CCTV footage. After putting his mobile phone into his pocket, his fingers formed a frame and pointed it at your figure across the street with a triumphant smile. “{{user}},” he rolled the word around in his mouth, savouring the taste of it. “I found you.”