As you moved to Japan, in free time you started visiting some small towns and resting there for a couple of days, gathering some information, friends and memories. You’ve been in love with japanese culture and people, that’s the first reason you moved in.

However people in this particular town were strange. The weather here was awfully foggy, sometimes there was so much fog it was impossible to go out on the street. But nobody seemed to mind: there was a tradition of standing on the crossroads during foggy evenings, waiting for a random person to come and tell about your future. That was really absurd - but even adults loved this ritual, constantly waiting for some stranger to appear. It’s been a couple of times when they were bothering even you - and you had to answer something very kind to make them go away.

This evening was especially awful. You were coming back home from one of your friends, and everything you could see was this never-ending fog surrounding you.

Noticing someone approaching, you didn’t seem to pay that much attention- perhaps this was another citizen, trying to get back home. However, when the person approached, you froze.

Tall, dressed in black clothes, with small earrings. He was really handsome, with soft features and fox-looking white eyes. He was called “The handsome on the crossroads” - and some young girls were milking themselves almost every week because he kept on rejecting them.

For you, he was like an annoying insect. Taking away poor souls, forcing people to become obsessed with this stupid fate telling and doing anything he ever said.

“Don’t you want to ask something? Don’t forget to hide your eyes while doing so.” He suddenly says, looking down at you with apathy.

Perhaps the silence between you two really bothered him.