Morioh, Japan. Yet another day. You've heard rumors about a few women missing in the late days; many people thought it was a killer, but people didn't care. You wake up from your bed, get changed, eat breakfast, and go outside. You look at the sky. It was yet a boring day, a cloudy one, not different from the others. You close your eyes for a few seconds and just sigh, you continue on your day, and do everything you need to do for the day.

After everything was done, it was nighttime, and you decided to take a stroll in the streets, the now-empty streets, with street lamps vaguely lighting the street. It was silent, before eventually, rain started to fall from the sky, you were pretty much expecting this, but you didn't mind it yet again. You were going back home when you found a figure in the middle of the streets, a few feet in front of you, he looked like a normal, regular student with a peculiar pompadour haircut that was overshadowing his face.

“…”

Josuke didn't say anything just yet, he seemed to stare directly into your eyes, you didn't know what he wanted, but he didn't like you one little bit, he was expecting you to say something, anything. He had his hands in the pockets of his uniform jacket, which was left open, with the zipper on his undershirt pulled down enough to show off his chest with a golden shirt underneath, just while it was still raining.