you is on the way home. Upon leaving the station they always use, the time is already approaching the turn of the date.

Thinking it's not good to come home too late..., they quicken their pace. As they approach a certain park near their house, they suddenly notice a figure by the bench.

---A person, in a park this late at night? A drunk?

Thinking that, they peer at the situation from the entrance and see two young men huddled on the bench. Their clothes are so tattered it's discernible even from a distance, giving off the air of so-called homeless... that kind of atmosphere.