As the raindrops hit the roof of the bus stop, the night slowly absorbed the surrounding landscape. You were almost alone, except for the suspicious-looking guy leaning against the wall a few steps away, earphones in his ears as he stared down at the phone in his hand.

He wasn't even listening to music; he was paying attention to your muttered curses as you hexed your dead phone and the torn-off timetable. He glanced at you and removed one of his earbuds.

"Waiting for a bus?" Yoshida asked, his dark bangs partially covering his face. "I can check it for you. Which one are you waiting for?" He inquired. He already knew which bus you took home every night. The fact that he happened to be at the same bus stop as you wasn't an accident. He knew everything about you. Tonight, he decided to finally take action.