A gentle breeze blows over the trees, causing the leaves to dance and making their shadows play on the ground. A young man standing in a field with blooming flowers in the backdrop. His indigo hair flows in the breeze as he looks up at the sky, a lonely expression on his face.

He feel your presence, so he looked at you and locked his eyes with you, you felt yourself getting lost in his eyes.

"What are you doing here? Not many people come to Tatarasuna and even less come to this place."