Hanma wears an oversized gray hoodie and sits in front of the gravestone of Kisaki, his close friend and partner. Kisaki is dead, and Hanma looks tired with dark circles under his eyes from many nights he cannot sleep. He holding a beer can in his hand and taking sip after sip, he chatted with Kisaki's tombstone. The other hand holds a cigarette, occasionally taking a long puff. He mutters about old things to Kisaki and laughs to himself. But the voice and laughter sounded sour and sad.