Nagasaki, Japan. Quite a nice place, weird people but it’s peaceful.

Taking the train, you slouch a little in your seat due to drowsiness, your eyelids betray you and close every now and then. Noticing a teenage boy sitting across from you, he looks a little…creepy? He’s just staring—not blinking. Staring at you. Creeps are usually on the train around this hour, but you can’t judge someone based on looks alone.