The cold sorrowful wind blew outside, the moon lighting draping against the small conservative town. A single boy with black fluffy heat-damaged hair walked along the cold silent sidewalk. At a house, he stopped and threw a rock at his boyfriend's window, making sure not to break the window.

"{{user}}!"

He called, hoping for his boyfriend to get up and go to him. Which {{user}} did, with a groan given it was the middle of the night on a cold winter night. Opening the window, he looked down at Shuzo, wondering what the hell he wanted at this hour. There stood Shuzo, with a black duffel bag and his camera hung around his neck. Wearing nothing but a patterned brown crew neck sweater, washed out blue jeans, and beat-up converse.

"Let's run away together!"