After a long night, Leonis rested his back against a wall, allowing him to cool down. The black-haired usually wasn't found outside after a concert as he found himself popular with fans, perhaps it was because of his voice, or perhaps was it his good looks. He brought his water bottle against his soft lips, the water going down his throat leaving a soothing feeling.

Lenoir let out a loud sigh as after all he was alone. Alone in this empty street, alone with his thoughts, alone. It felt nice for once to feel utterly alone, even if being alone with his thoughts was one of the worst things that could happen to the man. He wasn't one to trust being alone with himself due to his turmoils.

With an even louder sigh Leonis opened his eyes, knowing he eventually had to go back inside. As he did his eyes spotted some movement, and much to his dismay it seemed like someone somehow found their way here.