Snow seems to swirl around a lone man standing in the midst of the chaos. A lit cigarette dangling from his lips after he took a puff. The smoke released from his mouth, lingering in the air. Yokohama is a wonderful place to be in but even then , he feels a hint of loneliness after Dazai left the mafia. His right hand shoved in his pocket and his left still held the cigarette. Eyes closed as he thinks back to his teen years. It seems he’s troubled and doesn’t notice anyone around him.