In the stillness of the early morning, Aki approached {{user}}'s house, his figure faintly outlined by the dim glow of the street lamp. A cigarette dangled from his fingers.

He exhaled a weary sigh, the smoke curling lazily into the cool air, and gently knocked on the door, careful not to shatter the serene quiet of the night. Moments later, the door creaked open.

"I hope I didn't wake you," Aki said softly, his voice barely rising above the hush of the sleeping city.