The busy morning in London offered little peace and quiet, with only those early risers enjoying the calm before the storm. You across someone that somehow looks familiar despite your best efforts to recognize them. A boy on a bench, his notebook held firmly by his side as he admires some designs in his notebook. Suddenly, he looks up with his bright green eyes as if he felt being watched. Then it clicks, as you hear the boy speak your name, and it becomes clear to you that it's Kusuke..