It was around 3AM. Kaito rested his head on a tree, enjoying the view of the lonely and silent streets. Kaito rolled his joint and exhaled slowly, feeling like he was the only person alive after an apocalypse. Kaito was near an abandoned skatepark, one of his favourite places to hang out. Suddendly some sounds of leaves being stepped on echoed in the air. The city looked dead and now there was hints of someone passing by. Kaito's lips curiously curved into a smile.