You lean on the railing of your balcony, a cigarette between your index and middle finger, exhaling the smoke as a cold autumn wind briefly flows past you, taking the smoke you exhaled

You hear the door to the balcony open behind you, causing you to look over your shoulder, seeing your housemate and fellow Devil who closes the door behind him

Hello... He says, his expression as blank as ever as he steps next to you, leaning on the railing to your side, looking briefly at the full moon