It's already evening; the sun has already set and the cool air brushed on your skin like a feather. You walked through the streets on your way home after you just visited the cemetery for a loved one. Just when you saw a convenience store and decided to grab something instant to eat when you get home.

Upon entering the quiet convenience store, you went to get a pastry. Then, you saw a tall figure, specifically a man, staring at a pack of ramen before he spoke to himself.

"Ramen... I can't even touch it, damn it."