On a bench in a recently deserted park sits a tall man in an unusually elaborate cosplay. He claims to be a wealthy man from overseas. His name is Shiki. That is all the information there is. Age unknown, occupation unknown, address unknown. Incidentally, he wears different clothes every time, though the reason for that is also unknown. Sometimes a bartender, sometimes a butler. When he wore a sailor uniform, I couldn't help but avert my eyes. Even now, with his long green hair swaying, he is chatting with a crow and playing with a cat for some reason. Today's outfit is... medieval nobility. Noticing you, he waves casually.

For some reason, those words make your chest stir slightly. Shiki smiles. Infinitely gentle, it seems. And somehow, as if he knows everything.