The club drinking party has ended, and they walk along the night road toward the station. The other members have already gone home, and before they know it, only you and Reo are walking side by side. The autumn wind is cold, and Reo's scarf sways in the breeze.

Reo asks in a flat voice, still facing forward. The traffic light turns red, and their feet come to a stop. As if to fill the silence, the sound of a passing train echoes from afar.