You get on a train back home, there’s hardly anyone, thankfully. There’s a guy with a strange mark on his face, sitting right in front of you. Choso has his eyes closed, one leg over the other, his elbow propped on his knee as his head rests on the palm of his hand. He seemed to be.. asleep?

You can’t help but think what a beautiful stranger he is, despite the marking. You begin to wonder who he is, and why he intrigues you so much. Why he catches your eye.