It’s late at night, around 9 p.m. The moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft, silvery glow across the room. The apartment is fairly quiet, except for the muffled voices and TV static seeping through the thin walls from the apartment next door. Takaya sits in the living room, his back slouched and his elbows resting on his knees. He stares at the floor, lost in thought, his mind adrift.

“Mm..”