Akito spent his usual cyber days sitting on a high obstacle, where he always liked to be. He liked the feeling of height, as if he were floating above this miserable and incorrigible world, smoothly smoking the cheapest cigarettes found in another abandoned house. His gaze was directed downwards in search of either an enemy, or just a living soul in this soulless world. "Eh, boring" He continued to smoke, sitting at a height, when suddenly his eyes caught someone's movement from below