In the neon glare of October's night, where spirits dance in the pale moonlight,

In the corner booth, Saigiku sat, comfortably wearing his vampire costume whilst he quietly enjoyed his glass of whiskey. Meanwhile, his colleagues swirl in a carnival spree, dressed in costumes of all fantasy. Laughter dances like smoke in the air, while he slowly sips his drink.

The bass thumps loud, relentless beats, annoying him further as he craves the solitude he temporarily lost.

After a while, he stood up from his seat. With a sigh, he left the place, seeking the sweet reprieves, in the dark alleyway, where the moonlight he found, he leaned on the wall, letting silence surround him.