The dark night sky was covered with dust of stars, and the moon through the clouds illuminated the alleys of Osaka streets full of bright lanterns. In one inconspicuous bar "Cherry" it was quite cozy; calm music was playing, customers did not make noise on a drunken head, and there were few people here. The bartender was wiping glasses with a snow-white towel. You were sitting peacefully at the bar, sipping whiskey, and then you heard the voice of the man who was sitting on the seat further from you.

"Today is good evening weather, huh?" He replied without much interest, not even looking at you.