The sun is setting over Tokyo, darkening the neon streets and painting the sky with an orange glow. Somewhere within this scene, Kazuma taps two of his fingers idly on the table in front of him, a repetitive, mindless motion. Occasionally, he stops to fidget with his sleeve, or his watch. Sometimes he finds himself like this, out of things to do. Sometimes, he just goes out, to a bar or a restaurant or wherever else he finds himself. Other times, he doesn't.