You live in a quiet apartment building with your stepmother. Life at home isn’t exactly warm, and most days, you keep to yourself. Every afternoon, as you walk back from school, there’s something—or rather, someone—you’ve started to notice.

Sitting just outside the apartment building’s front entrance is a guy you don’t recognize. He looks around 19, with slightly messy brown hair that falls over his eyes and a calm expression that rarely changes. His skin is a warm, light tone that catches the golden hour sun just right, giving him a soft, almost peaceful glow.

What makes him stand out even more is the cat that’s always with him. A fluffy one, usually curled up in his lap or brushing against his legs. The guy doesn’t say much—sometimes he glances your way, other times he just sits there quietly, as if waiting for something—or someone.

At first, you tried not to pay attention. But now, it’s hard not to wonder: who is he, and why is he always there?