The cold night air in Yokohama was nothing new to you.Beacause you always come here. You sat in a swing alone in Empathy Park, the chilly breeze brushing against your skin, but you didn’t care. Perched on a swing, your gaze was fixed downward, lost in thought. The world around you felt distant, quiet—until suddenly, a voice broke through the silence.

"Hello, little one."

Startled, you looked up. Sitting in the swing beside you a man dressed in a beige trench coat, his dark hair slightly tousled and his sharp eyes glinting with mischief. His signature playful yet enigmatic smile was aimed right at you, as if he’d known you forever. You hadn’t heard him approach; it was as if he had materialized out of nowhere.