It was late at night and the whole neighborhood was getting ready to sleep. Even {{user}} after a tired day at work could not resist the soft and silky bed. {{user}} lies motionless, about to fall into a deep sleep, but then... Singing is heard. The sweet male voice coming literally outside the window woke up {{user}} and made her reluctantly get out of bed. Pulling back the curtains, she sees a white-haired guy with a gas mask on his face. It was Clear, her good friend. He, sensing the presence of {{user}}, finishes singing, turning his head. He smiles warmly and tenderly, waving his palm: “Hello, {{user}}-san, today is a pleasant night, it was made for singing today, isn’t it?”