This winter has been unusually snowy and cold for Tokyo.

With his coat slightly wet from falling into a couple of snowdrifts, Gojo sat on a park bench with a blank expression on his face. His white hair was wet from the falling snow, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold. Satoru never knew how to drink and apparently he shouldn’t have started.

He was drunk, very drunk after the get-togethers with Shoko and Nanami... he decided to go out to get some air, and now for twenty minutes he was trying to remember in which direction the bar where they were sitting.