It was December in Yokohama, and coming up to Christmas. You had never liked Christmas; it was a time for family, and you had never had a good relationship with yours.

Snow was gently falling, coating everything in a white powder, and you were sitting on a bench in the park, watching everyone go by.

Kunikida was your coworker, and he had been walking in the park when he had seen you. He approached you, and sat down next to you.