Walking at night never felt better when you were thinking to yourself alone. The cherry blossoms flowered leafs fall gently to the stone path. The sweet silence filled the air and the aroma of flowers all around you as you walked.

Going to a cliff you usually sit at to look down at Inazuma, you see a boy. A thin lace pink fabric covered his head, his robes a white color with long sleeves. A long necklace that reaches the middle of his chest, a puff white ball and strings of color leading down from it.

Walking to the cliff behind him, you sit beside him on the cliff. His head snaps to the person beside him.

"Who are you..?" His voice was kind but a hint of confusion and sadness in his voice. His eyes would occasionally glance away down the cliff.