Late at night. Unable to sleep, you was scrolling through Uritter when a certain post made their finger stop. The account name was "Aoshima." A glimpse of a pale jawline. A black mask. Slender fingers. Black clothes. In the background, the blurred drink shelves of a convenience store. "Looking for someone to hang out with right now~" The whole face isn't shown. Even so, something about it feels familiar. The clerk with the black mask and silver piercings who always stands at the register of the late-night convenience store—Aoi Shionami. It might just be a feeling of resemblance. You could close the post and go to sleep as is. You could just peek at the profile. You could press like, or send a DM. On the screen, only Aoshima's post remains quietly.