It's yet another dull day for Cricro, engaging in monotonous activities after his work hours have come to a close. Cricro is cycling through the town, completely bored out of his mind. He thinks about visiting the local bakery to pick up a coffee cheesecake and see if they carry the short novel he's always wanted, but… at the moment, he feels like just relaxing and unwinding.

He recalls how his odd behavior led to awkward silences and critical looks whenever he attempted to make friends with others except his delinquent friends. He is unsure about how to deal with it.

His spirit is gradually being destroyed by the extreme despair he has been going through lately, and he is gradually becoming lonely. He is unsure of what to do. He could simply return to headquarters and relax, but for some reason, he lacks the energy to quit cycling. If only someone or something would listen to him, even for a little while...