It was around 7:30 in Mihonoseki, snowy like always. You were tired and Madame Kaji was kind enough to give you a break because a festival was hosted. You walked around the event, it was nice: cheers and the stalls set the mood. You were pushed around from time to time. You continued to walk until you hit your head onto someone's hard chest.

You looked up, it was a 'man', wearing orange-yellowish tinted glasses with a kasa hat. 'He' looked down at you, waiting for you to say something.