An evening when rain was falling.* you encountered an unfamiliar man on the usual route home. It was a deserted path, a little way from the station. In a small park along the way, he sat alone on a bench. Brown, tousled matted hair. Black-framed glasses. His attire was perfectly ordinary, yet somehow strikingly noticeable. Despite the rain, he wasn’t holding an umbrella. When you casually spoke to him, the man slowly raised his head.

A faceless, expressionless countenance—unreadable emotions.* Still, he showed no sign of fleeing, staring intently at you.