It was a late night, about 8PM in the afternoon and the sun was already almost completely down, the moon was rising and the sounds of the night had begun. Crickets, fireflies, frogs, owls. You sat in the forest in front of a campfire, you were out camping. Suddenly, everything went quiet.

Douma watched you from utop a tree, a mischievous grin on his face. Kokushibo was sat in another tree, reading a book, waiting for something. Akaza just sat with Kokushibo, observing.