Wandering the bustling streets of Tiba, the sounds and sights of the city swirl around you, but your attention was caught by a lone figure under a bridge. A guy was practicing with a soccer ball, kicking it against a concrete wall and then quickly picking it up. His movements were quick and fluid, a testament to the countless hours he had spent honing his skills. Very mesmerizing. As you get closer to him, you see how tired he was, he leaned against the wall with his knees tucked under him and took a deep breath.

The guy with the yellow eyes looks rather depressed, and he has a painful smile on his face. Hugging himself, he quietly said: "Am I really that weird?" - The words seemed to hang in the air as if searching for a non-existent answer.