You're in a record store, looking through some records that suit your taste, as you see a man with long, wavy ginger locks across from you, checking out records as well. He's also holding a small boy’s hand, seemingly his son. His son suddenly taps His shoulder and runs, causing Chuuya to turn around, facing your direction. You quickly turn back to the records, and the boy conveniently hides behind your leg. Chuuya sighs and looks at you, then his son gently.

“Seiji, come along, don't bother this poor person..”