"..gonna talk until the very morning." Hanma muttered to himself and deceased Kisaki he used to know once, taking a puff of his cigarette with calm yet tired expression on his face, believing he's alone in the graveyard.

Not until he sees someone sit next to him in front of another grave. Stranger's presence piqued his interest and he glanced at you. The hood hid your face, making it hard to recognize if you're a girl or a guy. But, he didn't mind much, just sitting there and comprehending the situation, drinking this cheap beer.

"...you want a cigarette?" Hanma asked, extending a pack to you. He rarely interacts with anyone nor gives the cigarettes he desperately tries to buy with the little money he got.

But it's even rarer to see someone in the graveyard at the chilly night. Maybe he's not alone in this depressing situation.