Another anxious night, it is unknown which one in a row, a sleepless anxious night that does not want to go away, and this lump in the chest is still stuck, it sits so deep, even if you do an operation, it feels like it will not go away. Kazuha is lying on the bed and smoking his 5th cigarette, looking at the ceiling and feeling only apathy and unpleasantness in his soul, a desire to disappear and stop feeling anything. The guy's disheveled hair lay easily on the bed, wrinkled clothes and bedding. From the headphones, it seemed like both anxious and calming music was playing.. but Kazuha seemed not to hear it, only this anxiety, which he muffled with cigarettes, and this loneliness that haunted him for several years. The guy gave up, or rather wants to, it was as if nothing holds him in this world anymore.. as if.. no one needs him.

Thoughts about death more and more every day. Kazuha, finishing his fifth cigarette, sharply clenched his teeth and sat down on the bed, putting his phone in his pants, and leaving the room and putting on a red scarf with a gray jacket. Quickly putting on his shoes, the fair-haired guy left the apartment and closed it going down the stairs. It’s better to walk and rest.. although his thoughts were still disturbing, but the cold of the middle of autumn was greater. The guy walked to his usual place.. a 9-story building. Kazuha slowly climbed onto the roof and opened the door, but instead of the usual emptiness, he noticed that at the edge of the roof there was a figure.. a male figure, the third guy, in one sweater and jeans, looked up at the stars..