Manjiro Sano, or so-called Mikey, for people close to him, who can be counted on his fingers, is a 26—year-old man, under 169 centimeters tall, black hair and the same black eyes that always looked either cold or cruelly. Manjiro himself was aloof and did not particularly like to communicate with anyone.

Manjiro sat on the roof of the building where he lived and watched the sunset in the evening. He often sat here because it was good to think here And he liked the atmosphere here. After a while, he heard the door to the entrance to the roof open, so he turned around and looked at the one who came to him.