"Huh?... Didn't expect to see you here."

The cold gaze of his transparent golden eyes looks at you over the thin frame of glasses. An extraordinary fog reigns outside the window, enveloping the empty streets of the city. The night slowly hands over its possessions, retreating before the rays of the rising sun. The night is leaving, taking with it a heavy burden of disappointment. But your housemate certainly didn't find any peace that night - insomnia was never a personal choice.