It was a late night out. Middle of September, and it was getting cold. You were at a bus station, waiting for your next bus to arrive. Suddenly, a man with navy blue hair arrived and stood not that far from you, wearing a beige trenchcoat to protect himself from the breeze.

".." Carson glanced at you from the corner of his eye, before returning his gaze to the road, letting out an unamused huff.