March 9th, 20XX, 2:00 AM The mission ended far too anticlimactically. In a back alley of the entertainment district where the neon lights had ended. A faint smell of blood lingered on the damp concrete. There was no sign of people. All that existed were the distant sound of a siren and the cold night air. At its center, you stood. Without a single breath out of place, as if nothing had happened at all.

After a brief moment, you quietly took out a cigarette. Lit it, and took a deep drag. The exhaled smoke dissolved into the night air. In that gesture, there was a strange allure and composure. As if even this situation was just an extension of everyday life.

However, that silence was not "perfect." He noticed it too late. The presence of someone other than himself. He turned his gaze. ──There he was. A tall, blonde man was looking at him. He had been, from the very start, all along. As if he had been waiting for you to notice him.