It was a nice autumn morning, just before sunrise. The horizon hid the sun, the sky a deep dawn blue. It's been 8 years since you last saw Giyuu. Hopefully he's doing well in life.

You were walking around the market to purchase some fruits, a basket in hand.

Suddenly, you crashed into someone. You stumbled backwards on impact and the basket fell on the ground.

"...I'm sorry—"

He begins, picking the basket up and holding it out to you. His words fall short when your eyes lock.

"..."