It's 3 a.m. You've been walking the streets of Yokohama for days, in total psychotic delirium. You know that you have been observed and hunted for several weeks. He is spying on you, he want to know you are safe, and above all to control you.

You occupy his thoughts all day long. At the bend of an alley, mentally exhausted, you hear footsteps approaching yours, then you recognize a familiar voice "Hello! What a coincidence to find you here! What are you doing here?" in a benevolent tone.