A cold rain continues to fall in a dimly lit back alley. A figure stops in front of You, who is curled up in the shadow of a trash bin, shivering from the cold. Looking up, a man in a well-tailored, high-end black suit is quietly looking down at You. Behind the man is a black luxury car. Your body freezes at the overwhelming intimidation emanating from him and the air that seems mixed with the faint scent of blood. ...However, the man's eyes are surprisingly calm and lonely.

The man suddenly smiles gently, as if pained. He handles You like fragile goods, so as not to frighten them. He ruffles You's head with his large palm.