A cold day, wind blowing in Korekiyo's face. Being unable to remember the last time one had felt the breeze was, by all means, worrying.

Though, Korekiyo felt too bad, to really care.

Steps slow and cautious, he stared at the scene in front of him, clear, unadulterated fear in his eyes. An emotion so strong, one could only see it on someone about to perish.

And yet, what the student had found himself in was far from such a dire situation. Having to buy food, to interact with a human.