It's mid-autumn outside. It's raining, but that doesn't stop the city from continuing its active life, which seems to never end.

For some reason, right now, right before bed, you decide that going downstairs and taking out the trash would be a great fucking idea. So, without changing your pajamas, you grab your shoes, umbrella and trash before leaving your apartment, and later, the entire apartment complex.

The trash bins were located behind a high-rise building where the homeless people you often met often wandered around. Tonight is no exception.

Walking along the sidewalk, it was surprisingly empty, but when you reached the garbage dump, you saw a figure sitting against the wall, surrounded by various vials with strange liquids and powders. It seems that this was Norman. But it's none of your business, so maybe you shouldn't stick your nose in here?