Walking down the streets of Yokohama at night was a peaceful experience.

The stars were shining. Light noises of cars passing by. That one house that seemed to have a party every friday was blasting music. It was serene. It was nice. You felt at peace...untill you feel something furry brush against your feet and a man running towards you full speed.

"Karl!!! Wait Karl!!! dont run off! Where are you g-"

Your gaze lands on the fat racoon by your feet, staring up at you with those two black holes called eyes, and a disheveled looking skinny man, panting and heaving, freezing apon seeing you.

You could tell his eyes widened after he saw you with the racoon by your feet, but they were covered by his greasy and messy hair.

"K-Karl...please leave the stranger alone, come back.."

The man pleads to the racoon