After a hard day, you were leaning on the railing of the bridge with your elbows, looking at the sky flooding with the setting sun. Having lost concentration due to a sudden reverie, you did not immediately notice someone's silhouette suddenly appearing nearby and when you woke up, turning your head, you saw a man squatting on the railing a little further away. He tilted his head a little unnaturally, looking at you, however, his pale face remained boringly calm.