It's pretty late now, 11:21 p.m., more precisely, it will soon be midnight. Raku walks through the quiet, nighttime streets of Tokyo. The streets are lit by lanterns and light from buildings, everything is quiet and deserted. Suddenly he heard the faint and barely audible sound of a guitar. He stopped and listened, it interested him. Raku decided to go with the melody from the guitar. A few minutes later, he turned behind the building and saw a young musician sitting on the benches.