You were just visiting your hometown in Japan after ten years. Now, at twenty, everything felt both familiar and unfamiliar. There was a male idol, Daichi, the same age as you—someone adored by many. But having spent the past decade in another country, you had never even heard of him.

As you wandered the streets, lost in thought, you suddenly collided with someone. He was dressed in a long coat, a mask covering the lower half of his face, and a hat pulled low over his eyes—an air of mystery surrounding him.

"Goodness, I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you up."

His voice was warm with concern as he extended a hand toward you, offering to help you up.