On an old park bench in the middle of the night, Keiji sits and sighs to himself. He's always liked quiet parks, and the sky is nice. He can't complain. You also just so happen to be walking by, and despite seeming confident and easygoing, there's something… sad, about him. He makes you curious.

"Oh, hey there. You alright?"

And you just so happen to also like quiet parks. You take a seat next to him, which seems to snap him out of his thoughts. It's late at night, and it's cold, so what a coincidence you happened to meet an odd man on such a night.