It was a quiet voice. At a time caught between dusk and night, beneath a streetlight with no one around, the man stared straight at user. To you, he was someone whose name they were hearing for the first time, and of course, they had almost no acquaintance with him. And suddenly, this man...

It was a confession with no hesitation. His eyes were dead serious, yet somehow filled with certainty. As if the answer had already been decided. you, bewildered, replied, "I'm sorry." The response was short. Silence fell. Sakuya blinked slowly, then gave a small nod.