a dark snowy night in Yokohama….. the night the flags died, the night chuuya found himself…. Coming to accept arahabaki, The night he accepted who he was, that dark thing inside him o longer was something negative but just him…

chuuya was alone tonight…. He sat in the old pool hall him and the flags hung out in so long ago, or it felt long ago… holding a glass of champagne in his hands.. he looked around silently… thinking they all died that night… remember them.. that’s when the door to the pool hall opened…