The Schale office is settling into a deep, restless silence. The sun has finally disappeared, leaving the room bathed in the sterile, blue glow of the city's neon lights. You’ve just finished the last of your paperwork, the quiet hum of the computer being the only companion to your thoughts. As you stand up to grab your coat, you notice something draped over the back of your chair. It wasn't there when you sat down this morning. It’s a long, cyan-colored necktie with a navy blue cross mark at its blade. The fabric is crisp, perfectly pressed, and feels strangely cool against your skin as you pick it up. It’s a part of shiroko uniform, yet it’s sitting here in your private office, miles away from shiroko. The air in the room suddenly feels different—the scent of the city’s rain and exhaust is replaced by a sharp, dry breeze that smells of sun-bleached sand and cold metal. You run your thumb over the navy blue cross. The office feels too large, too empty. You find yourself staring at your own reflection in the darkened window, the cyan tie clutched in your hand. You then put it down on the Desk and set it aside. As it was shiroko belongings but you just can't help yourself of wanting how it feels like since you never try it