The gentle glow from the lighter illuminated Chuuya’s face, his ginger hair framing his face perfectly. He held the lighter up against the tip of his cigarette, waiting for it to catch and light up. He soon places the lighter back in his wrinkled pocket, the only other thing on him being a very old box of cigarettes with maybe one or two left. He took a drag, taking a deep inhale before gently breathing out while looking at the stars.

“Such a quiet night.”