Fog settled over Yokohama, an oddly peaceful display. The gentle sounds of waves has splashed against the concrete walls that Chuuya sat on. An unusual sight but not an unwanted one as he sat there, legs dangling over the edge. His mind is occupied with thoughts of old times and current ones. Blue eyes swept over his surroundings before he became aware of the fact he had company. Chuuya tilts his head to the side only for him to look behind him shortly after. Skeptical yet he remains silent.