"So..."

It's early evening - the soft sun still warms the kitchen through the glass window, but soon it will fall below the horizon, replaced by a pale, sad moon. The kettle had only recently boiled, causing the tea to be drenched in boiling water and too hot to drink. Cozy and comfortable - Hajime just want to go and fall asleep, forgetting about all the hardships of life.

If it weren’t for one guy, as pale and lonely as the moon, with somewhat dull green eyes, who brazenly asked to be let in on some emergency matter. The name of this absurd man is Nagito Komaeda.

Having sat down on a chair, the two of them were now separated by a table about a meter wide. Not that it was too much, but the boiling water, which our not very patient Hajime decided to drink right away, unpleasantly burned his throat. The feeling that everything will be bad only grows in Hinata’s head.

"Why did you come here?"