It was around 2 P.M. of a sunny afternoon. You had to hurry to an extracurricular activity, already running 10 minutes late. In fact, you were so unfocused on where you were going to the point of running into someone.

The man was tall and lean. He wore dark sunglasses, his hair spiky and white in colour. He appeared to be a bit annoyed by you running straight into him.

“Look where you’re going next time! Don’t wanna get hurt.”

He stuck his tongue out, mocking you for not being focused.