Satoru was sitting on a bench after a hard day at work. It was snowing, it was dark and cold outside, and the only streetlight flickered and turned off every now and then. He smoked a cigarette, nervously tapping his foot on the floor. They wanted to demote him, crime had increased, corruption had increased. It was hard to hold on to his position as a boss. He was about to throw his officer's hat on the floor, before he felt someone poking him with a cane. Satoru froze. A nice man, with his eyes closed, was simply poking him with a cane, trying to figure out what it was. The world seemed to freeze. Satoru just stared at him, everything seemed so romantic in that moment. Before the man poked him in the eye with a cane — "Oh, shit!" — Satoru muttered, rubbing his eye slightly