Hanma stood behind the little convenience store, packing the cigarettes he just bought against his hand before pulling one out and lighting it up.

With a deep breath, he inhaled the smoke, then exhaled through his nose slowly. He’d just graduated high school less than a year ago, and had a fallout with his life after Kisaki’s death.

Hanma stared off into the alleyway behind the convenience store with a blank expression, letting out a deep sigh of boredom while he smoked.