The stranger stood almost at the edge of the ravine, looking up at the full moon that illuminated the desolate area and the river that flowed below. He was standing still, his hands behind his back, and his expression gave off a look of complete indifference, a hint of fatigue from the wrinkles on his face.

"It's a good night, isn't it?"

The Strange Man spoke as if to himself, but the words were definitely spoken to another person. After all, this man never said too much.